Genuine ~Eddie Munson~

the talk

The following morning you wake in Eddie's arms, who is still sleeping soundly beside you. He looks like a masterpiece as the sunlight creeps into your bedroom and paints the morning colors on his naked torso. The rising of his tattooed chest, the light snoring coming from his lips, all of it was breathtaking. He was breathtaking. You wanted nothing more than to lean over and kiss him, but you don't want to ruin his slumber since you did tire him out last night. You wanted to shower Eddie with love this morning, but what?

Suddenly an idea comes to you, and you feel silly because why didn't you think of it before? Eddie loves food, so why not make him breakfast? But not just any breakfast Chocolate Chip Pancakes with Whipped Cream! Hopefully, you still have some whipped cream after the last time you used it.

After you make the decision for breakfast, you're ready to go make breakfast for Eddie, but you have one small problem, well, a big problem. How the hell are you going to get out of Eddie's arms without waking him? You remember the last time you tried to sneak out of his arms, and it wasn't pretty. Eddie had tightened his grip around your waist and kept tightening it while you tried to free yourself. After "giving up" Eddie released his hold on you, but it was your window to escape. Right when you felt Eddie's arms weaken, you jumped out of bed but fell on your ass. You had a bruise for a few days, and it had set a reminder for you to think of a better plan to escape your bear-hugging boyfriend. The reminder is here for you to not fuck up the plan of escape to make Eddie breakfast.

You hold your breath as you lightly touch Eddie's arms to unclasp them and continue to do so once you get off the bed. After Eddie's arms are moved, he turns on his side away from you and you quickly pause your movements. When you hear Eddie snoring again, you quietly get out of bed and tiptoe to the kitchen. When you walk into the living room, you release the long-held breath and start working on breakfast.

While grabbing the ingredients, and pans you throw your hair in a messy bun, then wash your hands and start preparing pancakes. As you mix the ingredients in the bowl, you dance to the music playing in your head. You start humming Eddie's song, the one he made for you, but you can't help but start singing. You sing as you pour the batter into the pan then drop a few chips in. While you continue making the first pancake, you're unaware that you have an audience.

*Eddie's POV*

When I woke up, I was alone. I didn't feel the warmth of my Vallie snuggling beside me like I usually do. I didn't smell the fruity bath soap or the flower shampoo and conditioner either, which I found odd. I slowly opened my tired eyes and stretched the kinks out of my back. I rubbed the vacant side, it was warm, so Val hasn't been out of bed for long. Suddenly the wonderful aroma of pancakes wafts through the slightly ajar door, and I can hear something else, but I can't make it out. I grab my sweatpants and slip them on as I walk out of the bedroom.

When I walk into the living room, everything makes sense now. Vallie is making me breakfast, and it's
my favorite. Chocolate chip pancakes with whipped cream. But for once in my life, I don't care about the food even though it's my favorite because something else already has my attention. My beautiful, sexy, hot girlfriend, Valerie Mae Wheeler. I smile as I lean against the wall and cross my arms and watch her.

Suddenly something catches my attention, Vallie is singing, but it's not like how she usually does, it's real. She's singing my song, the song I wrote about her. A smile appears on my face, and I can't help but sing along with her. She shrieks when she turns around to face me, and I notice a bit of flour on her face, and I smile at her.

"Care to explain to me why you are not in bed and
cuddling with me, missy?" I say with a smirk while
crossing my arms.

"Fucking hell, Eddie!" She shouts as he leans against the counter, raising her wrist up to her forehead as she lets out a loud groan. She sticks her tongue out at me and blows a raspberry. I laugh hysterically as I see her mannerisms and rest my hand on my stomach due to the pain in my gut as I laughed.