The Eddie Munson Tape Dates

Black Sabbath, 'Heaven and Hell'

You carefully open one eye a minuscule amount through fear of the light streaming in through the trailer window.

What time was it? You look over at Eddie's bedside alarm. It blinks back at you 09:30. You were so late. Fuck!

A ringed hand creeps around your torso, and a line of kisses are set from one shoulder blade to the other, "It's Saturday, babe. Y'all good," Eddie says in groggy morning gruffness, snuggling up against you.

You attempt to go back to sleep but are wide awake now. It was impossible. You try to keep as still as you can, but he knows. Finally, there is a long, drawn-out sigh, "You aren't gonna go back to sleep, are you, terror?"

"I was trying, " you complain as you turn onto your back to see Eddie in all his cute puffy face morning splendour. It was one of your favourite things. You hated the mornings he got up and showered before you woke up like your tiredness had stolen a gift from you.

"Alright." He says with false annoyance, "I suppose I'll get up then."

He pushes himself up off the bed and immediately flops back down onto you with his full weight, not that there is a great deal of it, "Just so I'm clear." He says softly, walking his fingers up your arm, "Are we just waking up or are we getting up?" He looks at you from under his curls with those big brown eyes, and you pull him in close to you and giggle as his hair falls around your face, the ends of which tickle your neck.

"You kids want some breakfast", Wayne calls from the kitchen. Eddie clenches his fist, shuts his eyes tight with frustration and falls back onto you in defeat.

This was Wayne and Eddie's unspoken trailer code of, 'I'm home, and I hear you, so stop it right now'. It was similar to your Dad's 'I'll make a loud noise so they know I'm home'. Which you thought was an excellent code, as opposed to your Mom not telling you she's home but putting her Walkman on and bringing you up food after the fact. Mortifying!

"Getting up then. I'm getting up! CHRIST!" Eddie says quietly through his teeth, pushing himself back up off the mattress and walking to the door.

Eddie pokes his head out the door, "We'd love some, thank you", he says with a big smile. Eddie closes the door and rushes back over to you, kissing you audibly in defiance.

"Boy!" You hear the low timbre of Wayne's voice ring out, and Eddie looks back at the door and then heads into the bathroom.

Their whole dynamic was so sweet to you. These unspoken codes they had, or the way neither of them would ever be totally impolite to the other, but mischief reigned here, and they would often push the boundaries with one another to see what they could get away with.

You get dressed, neaten your hair, and head into the kitchen, "Not that you need it, but can I help at all?" You ask Wayne kindly.

"No, you're alright, Darlin' ", he says gently, "You wanna coffee? Fresh pot just got done." He nods over to the coffee machine.

You set up three cups and pour them out for each of you.

"Is Little Lord Fauntleroy going to grace us with his presence this morning?" Wayne chuckles.

"I imagine he will shortly" you smile back and set the cups at the newly sourced table for four.

A heavy metal scream erupts from the bathroom, "Sounds like he's finished his daily affirmations", you say, amused, looking back over at Wayne.

"Affirmations?! that boy needs daily deflators for that ego o' his." He laughs and shakes his head as he brings over a big plate of pancakes and the second plate of eggs and bacon.

"Oh wow! Thank you so much, sir," You say as you sit down and wait for Eddie.

"Nothin' to it, Hun." Wayne says, sitting opposite you, "Well, not when I got the time anyway. Here, " You passes you a pancake where the fruit in it has mapped out a smiling face, "Get the best bits 'fore his Lordship get here."