The morning sun had fully risen and was pouring through Sam Malone's bedroom window. He felt the sun shine on him and he began to smile. Life was good. He had amazing sex all night long with his bride-to-be, Diane Chambers. He felt his naked body up against his white bedsheets and let out a moan. Man, could it have gotten any better than in this moment?
He rolls over and finds his sexy fiance sitting up in the bed. She also is as naked as a jaybird. His finger traces the outline of her butt, up her back and around her breast.
"Stop it," she sniffles as commands. This was startling. She loved it when he touched her like that and she obviously had been crying. Startling as well because she had not been known to cry after sex. He rolled over to give her a hug and she refused that, too.
"Sam, don't touch me," she says pushing him away from her.
'What is the matter, Darling?" He asks completely stumped.
"I need to tell you something," she says not even able to make eye contact with him.
"Well, tell me about," he says placing his hands on her face and turning it around towards him so she could look at him. Her tears flowed out of her eyes like a waterfall. Sam knew this had to be a big one.
"Are you pregnant?" He asks trying to help her out.
'I was."
This causes for his hands to fall off her face. What in the world did she mean by that? Was the baby his? Somebody elses? Did she miscarry?
"Remember our big fight we had all because of that stupid artist and that stupid painting?"
"How could I forget?"
"Well," she says taking his hands into hers. Sam figured that this was at least a start to something. "Right after that, I went for my annual check-up and they did bloodwork on me and that's how I found out."
"And?"
"I had an abortion. I'm not proud of it, Sam. You think I checked into Goldenbrook solely because of you? Well, now you know better. The stess and strain over you and the baby I aborted was too much for me to take."
She collapsed into his arms. He welcomed her into them. He was suprising himself that he wasn't getting flaming mad. He had a surge of compassion for her. He knew what happened during that break up was something he would always feel bad about and this is just icing on top of his guilty cake.
"Why didn't you tell me?" He asks her gently.
"I guess I was too ashamed. Are you ashamed of me?"
"No," he says once again taking her face. "I'm the one who should feel ashamed. I will never forgive myself for the way I treated you that day."
"It was my fault as much as yours."
"Yeah, but I certainly wasn't the better person."
"Well, we can't do anything about it now, can we? We just have to learn to forgive ourselves."
"Thank you, Dr. Crane," he says leaping out of bed and putting a pair of briefs on. Diane slowly gets out of the bed herself and going to him. She pulls him into a hug and he wraps his arms around her. He can still feel the heat from her still naked body and it ignites the passion he has for her again.
"Forgive yourself," she says firmly, planting a kiss on his cheek. He does the same with her and offers her his promise.
"I will."