Eddie Munson, who looks feral enough some days that youād believe he chomps down on rare beef without chewing, is actually only still alive because of sweet potatoes.
When he'd first arrived on his doorstep, three foster families in and nearly silent, Wayne had been pretty focused on just keeping him alive. There wasnāt a lot of extra cash floating around most weeks, but what he had, he spent on random treats he assumed kids liked. Colourful packages of cookies, cereal boxes with insanely dressed cartoons on them, and pastries that somehow tasted decent from the toaster.
Eddie wouldnāt eat any of them.
Wayne was at a loss. Heād thought, at 40, that he was never gonna be a father. Hadnāt prepared his life for the care and feeding of another living being. He didnāt even have a cat. There were things that peopleā¦like him. Well, they just werenāt meant to have families of their own. It was fine. Heād filled his life differently. But it meant that when his idiot kid brother fucked up once again, and his son had started floating around the universe, well. It didn't matter that he wasn't really ready. Wayne was hardly going to let that stand.
And Eddie wasnāt weak. He was hilarious and caring, a little firecracker of a kid who knew what he liked and wasnāt afraid to tell you. Wayne was enamoured; every day with an eight-year-old was an adventure heād never anticipated having.
But he could not get the kid to eat.
Heād pick at anything Wayne handed him, politely taking bites every now and again. He was obviously eating enough to stay alive, but there was no excitement about food. None of the kid staples seemed to work.
Finally, in desperation, he just sets Eddie loose in the grocery store and tells him to pick whatever he wants. He anticipates regretting this choice. But Eddie, who is never shy, comes back with a single produce bag of lumpy, small sweet potatoes.
āThese are my favourites,ā he says quietly, placing them in Wayneās basket. āOrange taters. Donāt know how to make āem, though.ā
āNo problem, kid,ā Wayne says, baffled. āIāll show you. We can make them together. Want anything else?ā
āNah, you cook good. Just missed orange taters.ā
This is how Wayne discovers that his sister-in-law had never cooked anything that wasnāt frozen or from a box. A tiny detail, but it explained so much about Eddieās relationship with food.
āOrange taters it is,ā Wayne said, grabbing a few more.
That night, Wayne sliced up the sweet potatoes, tossed them with a little oil and salt, and roasted them until the edges caramelized. Eddieās eyes lit up when Wayne set the plate in front of him. The kid devoured them, asking for seconds before Wayne had even sat down with his own portion.
After that, sweet potatoes became a staple. Wayne learned every possible way to prepare them; mashed with a little cinnamon, cut into fries, baked whole with butter melting into their centers. Eddie would eat anything if sweet potatoes were involved. Wayne started sneaking other vegetables alongside them, watching as Eddieās hollow cheeks filled. Watching as Eddie opened up, taught Wayne how to freely be exactly who you were. Watching as Eddie took over cooking, preparing more vegetables than Wayne had ever known were available, like a five-star chef, dragging home library books of new information.
Seventeen years later, he canāt help but remember that little boy in the grocery store as he watches Eddie nervously fly around the kitchen of their little townhouse. Itās home now; now that his son had come back to him, now that he knew life was even more complicated than heād thought. It was nice. Big enough for a family of two.
āYou know he already likes you, right?ā he teases, grabbing a second mug of coffee as Eddie flourishes a towel.
āUnc. Please. Not now. This is the most important meal I have ever cooked.ā
āSure,ā he snorts. āCuz that kid aināt gonna say yes if he doesnāt like the pot roast. He already lives here.ā
āWayne,ā Eddie says seriously, freezing.
Wayne raises his hands. āSweet potatoes are burning.ā
He dips out of the kitchen before the tea towel hits him in the back. He knows that everything will be fine. Heās excited, actually, to have both his kids in the same place. Cuz Steve Harrington, whoād never had much of a family of his own either? Yeah.
Sweet potatoes are his favourite too.
