Waking up the next morning feeling less than well-rested, Diana grumbles and then heaves herself out of bed. She goes to make tea and leaves Tom to sleep for five minutes more. Diana's feeling slightly guilty about her escapade last night and she decides to make him breakfast in bed to save him from the slop they're usually served. She whips up light, fluffy scrambled eggs and whole wheat toast with apricot jam. "Good morning sunshine." Diana says as she walks in the door of the bedroom and turns the light on with her elbow as she carries the tray.
Tom moans. The light hurts his eyes. "What are you doing up at this ungodly time of the morning? You just interrupted a perfectly lovely dream I was having about you."
"Come on I made you breakfast in bed and everything. I couldn't sleep any longer. The tiny part of me that is my conscience whammy-zammyed a guilt trip on my ass. I'm sorry about last night. I don't know what came over me." Diana says as she watches Tom sit up, places the tray across his knees and sits next to him on the bed.
Tom puts his hand on Diana's cheek. "I know exactly what happened. Your brain finally caught up with your heart and your poor brain started to panic. I did that not that long ago. It's natural. I'd be worried if you weren't having these thoughts." Tom says gently reassuring Diana.
"You're too good to me. You don't always have to give me the benefit of the doubt. Sometimes I'm just a bitch. There isn't always a reason for everything I do." Diana says teasing Tom. "I appreciate the reassurance though. You always know just what to say to make me feel better."
"I wouldn't be doing a very good job as your lover if I wasn't making you feel better, would I? Besides, it makes me feel better when I can really help you like I could last night." Tom says honestly.
Diana smiles. She doesn't know what to say to Tom. She leans forward and kisses him to show him how much she loves and appreciates him. "Eat your breakfast." She whispers.
"Where's your breakfast?" Tom asks as he pours himself a cup of tea.
"I'll go get it and come and join you." Diana says as she slides off the bed. She slips her champagne robe on as she leaves the room. She'd forgotten to put it on earlier.