The Halloween chill was casting a foggy haze over Boston, Massachusettes. A person couldn't have asked for better, spookier weather on this hallow's eve. Through the mist, one could still see the bright orange and yellow leaves fallen onto the city streets via streetlight. The candlelit candles made the jack-o-lanterns smile a toothless "Hello" as you walked by. Witches, vampires and ghosts of all shapes and sizes turned up on the streets and into shadows cast by the moonlight. Howls and laughter and the familiar yells of children's "Trick or Treat!" rang through the night. In the immortal words of Dracula, what beautiful music they made.
Sam Malone took it all in as he held his newborn son Spencer up to the hospital window. It was Diane's request. She said that in European cultures that a new mom should bathe their newborn into light. It may have been on the superstitious side but Diane thought it was a beautiful idea. Sam really didn't know about that but anything to keep the peace in this blissful state. As the moon cast it's spotlight onto baby Spencer, his eyes fluttered open. His mouth gaped a little at the sight and sounds of everything outside.
"Hey, Diane," he says looking back at his wife. "He's just like you. He doesn't miss a thing!"
"Sam Malone," Diane says with smile. "After all we've just been through, you pick now to start ribbing me?"
"God, this kid is something," he replies as he walks back to the side of Diane's bed. "I've only known him a few minutes but I love this guy more than anything I've known in my lifetime."
"He's pretty special," Diane says as she begins to rub Spencer's sweet baby cheeks.
"Well, when I said that, I should say almost," he ends with a sweet, surprise kiss on the lips for his wife and now the mother of his son.
"I love you, Sam Malone."
"I love you, Diane Chambers."
"I'll love you even more if you let me hold my baby," she says with outstretchd arms. Sam can only oblige as he hands him over to her.
"Hello, beautiful boy," she says smiling at her son. "I'm your mother. Daddy and mummy will take good care of you."
That was when Spencer let out a little coo. Diane and Sam shared surprised looks and elated smiles. Their boy was so smart and special already.
"You're so smart," Sam says rubbing his baby's tummy. "I told you so, Diane, just like you."
"I have such good boys," Diane says with kisses on both her boy's cheeks.
"Hey, speaking of the boys..."
"Yes," Diane says with a not-so-annoyed eye roll. "Go ahead. Call the bar and tell everyone the news."
Sam readily jumps up and picks up the reciever as he dials Cheers' number. He couldn't wait to tell them that their big man had a little man. Diane couldn't wait either because she wanted him to hold the phone up to her ear too.
"Cheers," Carla answers.
"Hey, honey."
"What is it, Sam? What is it?" Carla was as giddy as a schoolgirl.
"It's a little devil," Sam laughed as he knew this would tick the superstitious and anxious Carla off.
"Hey, I'm pregnant, don't do this to me!"
"It's a boy."
"Oh my God! Hey everybody, weanie and the beast just had a baby boy!"
"Sammy! Sammy! Sammy!" Came the spirited chants of everyone at the bar. Sam had such a look of pride and was pumping the phone in the air with each name chant. Diane could only look at her proud husband and giggle.
"Don't worry, Diane," Woody's voice had come through over the line. "We love you, too."
"Diane! Diane! Diane!" Came the next round of spirited shouts from the phone.
"I love you guys!" Diane exclaims into the phone as Sammy puts the reciever down. Sammy is still reeling with laughter from that epic moment while Diane's eyes fill up with fresh tears. She put her hand to her heart as she watched Spencer drift off to sleep.
"I never thought I would feel love in such a multitude at one time."