A familiar throbbing feeling in his lower back had woken Fletcher up. Rubbing his eyes sleeply, he glanced at the alarm clock behind Cora's sleeping form and let out a small groan when '2:34' blinked back at him. Planting a quick kiss on Cora's forehead, Fletcher carefully untangled himself from their cuddling position in bed and made his way down to the kitchen where he popped one of his favorite heating pads into the microwave. He made himself a cuppa before making himself comfortable on one of the stools. He was rubbing his back with one hand as he flipped through one of his books when Cora had appeared. "Hey honey. Did I wake you?"











