Diane sat alone in her room. She had been thinking about Sam. She had been for the three months she had been away from him, all she could think of was him. She had left Sam, and Cheers, at the altar to pursue fame but had left her heart behind. She hated life without him. She cried constantly, at night of course, away from Sumner, away from the world. She cried for Sam, she cried for herself, she cried for all she had left behind.

Diane had fallen asleep, tears still on her cheeks and in her eyes. Huddling under her blanket, she dreamt of Sam and how he had taken her to Fenway Park once, to see the Sox play. She remebered how she had protested about going but loved it, and how he bought her a foam finger and put his arm around her. She remembered playing dumb so that he would explain the rules to her.

Diane woke up suddenly. Crying. tears were rolling down her face, she sobbed hysterically, missing Sam desperately. She felt nauseated and ran to the bathroom. Throwing up in the toilet, a woken Sumner came to see what all the commotion was.

"Diane, are you okay?"

"Do I look okay!" She screamed at him, causing him to go back to his room

Sam would have cared more, she thought. How could've she left him, she thought sadly.

The next morning, Diane's sickness continued, she cried at the breakfast table, she cried all morning, she couldn't bring herself to write a word.

It's been three months she thought. Does he miss me?

Three months?

Then it hit her. The sickness, the crying, the mood swings.

Diane washed her face and drove as fast as she could to the nearest pharmacy. Buying a pregnancy test, she didn't know what to expect, or to hope for.

Diane chucked the little brown bag on her passenger side seat and drove home. It wasn't her home though. This place was not her home.

Diane ran into the bathroom, following the instructions. The next two minutes were painfully long. She sat against the bathroom wall, closing her eyes. When she checked her watch, it was time.

Diane shook her head as she read the result. Positive. She was three months or so pregnant and her baby's father was miles from her. She ran to her room, packing her bags as fast as she could. Sumner came into her room, seeing her packing.

"Diane, what the hell are you doing?"

"I'm going home. I belong with Sam. We belong together" She paused "The three of us"

"You're pregnant?"

"Yeah and Sam deserves to know, he deserves to be a father" Diane had started crying again

Sumner looked at her, leaving the room angrily, slamming the door.

That confirmed it she thought, packing the final things into her bag and making for her car

Sumner ignored her as she left, not even protesting that she stayed

Good riddance she said softly, closing the front door

Getting in her car, she didn't look back. She wouldn't until Sam holding her in his arms.

Diane pulled up at the phone box nearby to Cheers. She knew the number by heart and quickly dialled.

"Cheers, Rebecca Howe speaking"

Rebecca? she thought, puzzled

"Is Sam there?"

"Sam who?"

"Malone"

"Oh! The previous owner"

This stumped Diane

"He sold Cheers?

"Yes. I have a contact number though"

"Can I have it?" asked Diane, fighting off tears

"Sure, it's 555-4659" said Rebecca.

Writing the number on her hand, Diane thanked Rebecca and hung up. He sold the bar? she thought. Was it because of her?

Diane rang the number and waited for the response.

"Hello?"

"Sam?"

"Diane?"