~October 12th, 1982~

Donna sat on the ferry journeying to Kalokairi from the mainland. Her eyes were closed and her head leaned back as she breathed in deeply and exhaled slowly, trying her best not to vomit. She needed something...anything to distract her from the growing war in her stomach. Sophie. Internally she smiled as she pictured her beautiful, blonde haired, blue-eyed little girl who she hadn't seen in three weeks.

She left Kalokairi three weeks ago in order to head to America to figure out what to do with the money she was left by the old lady she looked after, Bill's great aunt, Sophia. Obviously, she knew what she was going to do with it, but she needed a financial plan, because she didn't trust herself, so she sought out a financial advisor. She headed to New York and met with Mark Whitehead, a trusted financial advisor according to Sophia who helped Donna come up with a safe and secure financial plan for her hotel. After a couple days of endless meetings where Donna would've rather had her head sewn to the carpet, she had to meet with some architects in order to add the additional space. Lynn Harper was the man for the plan. Sophia knew how much Donna wanted to build the villa so she gave Mr. Harper a call ahead of time before she passed, letting him know she trusted him for the job. Donna had given Lynn the plans, to which he was surprised at how accurate her drawings had been for all of the structuring (if only they were hers and not...his...).

Between financial meetings and architect meetings, it took every bit of two and a half weeks, plus rest days before and after the hassle. Yet, Donna had gotten every ounce of every detail taken care of just as she hoped. There was nothing left to do except build, and that's exactly what Lynn Harper's team would be flying over to do in a week and a half. During her downtime Donna toured the Big Apple and all it had to offer and was amazed at the wonderful city. But, it wasn't home. It wasn't Kalokairi, and with every day she was there she missed her sweet Sophie painfully more, but she was going home now.

Donna kept on thinking about Sophie and how much she missed her baby girl and, thankfully, it kept the sea sickness at bay. She hated leaving Sophie for as long as she did, but she couldn't have gotten anything done if she brought her 3 and a half year old baby girl halfway across the globe with her. She left Sophie in the trusted care of her best friends. The Dynamos. Oh god... she thought. The Dynamos. The somewhat frightening thought was enough to send Donnas's head flying over the side as whatever she had eaten last came up and spilled right into the clear ocean.

The ferry ride eventually ended and Donna hastily gathered her suitcase and shoved her way to the front to get off. She reached the dock and immediately saw her two best friends in the Dynamo position as Sophie clung to her Auntie Tanya's back. "For one night!", sweet little Sophie yelled. "And one night ONLY!" Tanya and Rosie shouted. They all look expectingly at her, still in position. Donna silently laughed and rolled her eyes. She reached her hand up to the sky like she did when they performed and retaliated back, "DONNAAAAAAA AND THE DYNAMOOOOOS".

Little Sophie immediately hopped off of her godmother's back and full on sprinted towards her mother. "Mommy!", she squealed. Donna dropped to her knees and held her arms out to her whole world. Sophie crashed into her and Donna kiss her head and held her tight. Tears formed in her eyes as she realized just how much she'd missed her baby. "Hi, baby girl!", she said now sobbing.

Tanya and Rosie hurried over and joined in the hug. "Oi stop blubbering, Sheridan. She's fine! You had a great time with Auntie Rosie didn't you, Soph?" Rosie asked as she kneeled down to the little girl and kissed her forehead. Sophie nodded in response as she held a death grip around her mother.

Tanya started, "Yeah, see? Best. Aunts. Ever. We only had one teeny tiny close call when we brought her into the bar with us on the mainland and then this- " Tanya immediately shut her mouth as her best friend shot straight up without missing a beat.

"You did WHAT?!" Donna asked quickly as anger began to course through her body. Tanya started cackling and that's when Donna realized she was, thankfully, only trying to get her riled up. She rolled her eyes and picked Sophie up to rest on her hip. "Right..." she started as she turned around to grab her luggage, "since Cleopatra thinks it's funny to mess with mommy she gets to carry mommy's suitcase back...how 'bout it Soph?" she asked and looked her daughter teasingly in the eye.

Sophie threw her hands up in the air, "Yay! Auntie Rosie do all work so Auntie Tanya carry luggage!" she exclaimed innocently, not knowing she just ratted her aunt out. "Come on, Cleopatra!" Sophie stated matter-of-factly.

Tanya's eyes got wide at her adoptive niece's sass and the Dynamos burst out howling with laughter. She tilted her sunglasses down and looked her straight in the eye, " Just remember I can take back that pink tutu and tiara I got you as easily as I bought it for you..." Tanya threatened. Sophie's eyes got wide and she let out a small gasp at the thought of her new outfit being taken away. "Just remember what Auntie Cleopatra does for you...that's all..." Tanya teased as she got the luggage and loaded it into Donna's jeep.

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Donna laid Sophie down for her nap back in their home and kissed her forehead before heading out the door, closing it quietly behind her. She quickly made her way down to the kitchen where her friends would no doubt be trying to run her dry of any alcohol left. She sat at the bar as Tanya poured her a tall glass of red wine and Rosie pulled something smelling delicious out of the oven. Brownies. Oh thank god please have the chocolate chips in them. As if Rosie knew what her friend was silently praying for she chuckled slightly, "Don't worry, Shady Lady. I put the chocolate chips in them just for you. AND..." she said as she headed to the fridge and pulled out a tupperware full of chicken salad and opened it, " figured you might could do with the good stuff", she said triumphantly.

Donna gave a big smile and dove right in to her favorite food that her best friend thoughtfully made for her. "You're a goddess" Donna stated with her mouth full of food and continued scarfing down the delicious meal.

Rosie laughed, "Uh...Sheridan" Donna looked up with the fork in her mouth, "you're usually very good at this...but you might wanna consider swallowing" Rosie finished with a cheeky wink.

Donna wiped her mouth and flung the tupperware lid at Rosie jokingly and continued eating. Tanya walked in with the wine and laughed, "Christ, D. Haven't seen you put that much in your mouth since Tammy Manis gave us a whole batch of pot brownies and you, as a pot virgin, thought you needed more than...not 3 bites...but brownies...AT ONCE." she recalled. Donna choked on the water she was drinking and tears came to her eyes as she and Rosie cackled at the memory. "I was honestly worried we were gonna have to get an ambulance for a POT OVERDOSE. She wouldn't move. She just laid there saying her bloodstream was moving piano tiles" Tanya added, still laughing.

"They WERE moving piano tiles in my blood!" Donna said defensively still hunched over from laughing so hard. "Oh god...those were the good days" she said quietly. Rosie and Tanya nodded as Tanya poured everyone a very full glass of red wine.

"Well...mostly...although that night you peed yourself and you were too stoned to get up so it just seeped through the carpet" Rosie reminded her as she burst into another fit of laughter.

" No no Rosie darling, that wasn't even the best part. She wanted to cuddle with the 5 foot long piss mark she made on my carpet! And take it home! She named it Pet Pissy and kept on feeding it m&m's!" Tanya reminded, as she too started another fit of laughter.

Donna's mouth dropped. "What?!l I would never!" she said, defending herself. She had no memory of her peeing on Tanya's carpet and thinking of it as a pet. Rosie put her hand up, "Nope that's it, where's the Bible...I'm getting it and swearing on it." she said as she grabbed the Bible under the living room table which Donna's mother had sent her. "Oh that still means nothing...Sheridan do you have that purple photo book somewhere?" Tanya asked.

Donna looked quizzically at her friend. "Well, yeah it's up on my desk in my room on the right. Why?" Tanya raised her eyebrows and immmediatly darted up the stairs. Donna turned to look at Rosie who was now cutting brownies. "Oh no...you didn't..." Donna said quietly and slowly. Rosie tried to keep a straight face at her friend but failed miserably as bits and pieces of laughter were coming out. "I just know", Donna started as she got up to put her plate in the sink, "that during my most vulnerable moment my friends...my best friends...the women who I have named Godmothers to my only daughter...would be so cruel as to take a picture of me...in my delicate state?" Donna asked quietly. Rosie just stood there snickering.

"You bet your hot ass we did, Pet Pissy. Take a look at that! " Tanya declared, handing Donna the dreaded picture. Donna watched in horror as she saw a blonde headed girl in a black romper lying next to a gigantic yellow stain with an m&m packet in one hand while her other hand held an m&m to the stain. "Oh my god..." Donna said hysterically. "Why didn't you stop me?!" she asked.

Tanya and Rosie knowingly looked at each other. "Oh we did. Well, we tried...sort of...we forced is more like it!" Rosie assured. Tanya nodded, "Yeah... we realized you were at the point of no return when you said you were breathing out pink evaporated ice...so we picked you up: Rosie took your legs and I got your arms...and we were gonna move you to the couch or something more accommodating when you threatened to pee on us if we didn't put you down. We assumed it was just the pot making you say that...turns out it wasn't the pot making you DO that as well...so as we were carrying you, you started peeing yourself so we set you down and let you, to our horror, finish. And that's how Pet Pissy came to be!" Tanya exclaimed dramatically, quite proud of her story telling.

Donna slid onto the floor shaking her head and also becoming too weak to stand from all the laughter. "No fucking way...I swear to God I would've never..." she rolled onto her other side and completely stopped everything she was doing. "Oh god..." she said as she clutched her stomach. She turned so she was lying on her back and took some deep breaths. "Oh god..." she groaned a bit louder. Tanya and Rosie bent down with concern for their friend as she clutched her stomach on the ground.

"Donna, honey are you alright?" Tanya asked as the concern became apparent in her voice. She looked at Rosie as it clicked for her. "Rosie get the trash can I think she's gonna be sick" Rosie immediately got up as Donna laid her head on Tanya's lap. "Hurry!" Tanya shouted as Donna's face became even greener. Rosie tripped over Tanya as the small trash can went flying through the air. Tanya luckily caught the trash can right as Rosie fell onto the other side of Donna just in time to hold her hair back as Tanya held her the trash can. Donna's face went into the trash can as she released what was being built up in her stomach. Rosie and Tanya both rubbed her back as she got rid of everything she'd eaten.

"It's alright, Chiquitita. We'll get you cleaned up. No worries." Rosie reassured quietly once the vomitting had stopped. Donna let her head out of the trash can for a second and breathed some fresh air. "Better?" Tanya asked sweetly. Donna replied by putting her head back in the trash can as the process started all over. The smell of vomit became evident to Tanya and she started gagging. Rosie glared at her, "Dont. You. Dare."she said through gritted teeth. " You didn't change one pull-up, take out one piece of trash, fold one piece of laundry, wash one dish, or cook one meal while we were here, Barbie. No. You don't get to gag." Rosie declared, quiet truthfully. Tanya swallowed softly and nodded as Donna seemed to be finished for the second time. "Better, D?" Rosie asked softly? Donna slightly nodded. "Good."

Donna sat in her bed as Tanya put a thermometer in her mouth and Rosie made her comfortable. The thermometer beeped and Tanya took it out. "97.5...that's odd. She's not sick. Maybe it was the cooking? What'd you have, hippie?" Tanya asked trying to bring some ligh into the conversation.

Donna smiled slightly. She already knew. She just wondered how long until they did. "Chicken salad." she said softly, sinking deeper into her bed. Rosie finished fluffing the pillows and plopped herself down next to Donna.

"Well, can't be the cooking then...chicken is her favorite!" Rosie claimed. Back when they were touring, Rosie always made chicken salad for Donna if she was having a glum day and it always seemed to lift her spirits.

Tanya pursed her lips, "You're right there, Red. Plus, you would've never accidentally undercooked the chicken...right?" Tanya asked wanting to double check. Rosie threw a pillow at her, slightly offended. "Ok ok...I didn't think so...so then it wasn't the cooking." Tanya affirmed. "How do you feel, hon?" she asked and pushed Donna's hair out of her face.

Donna sighed, "Fine I guess...the chicken was great! Just..." she trailed off. She didn't want Rosie to think she hated the chicken, because she didn't! She loved when Rosie cooked.

"Just what, Don?" Rosie asked concerned. Donna's eyes became filled with tears as they silently cascaded down her face.

"Woah woah woah...Donna...honey...what is it?" Tanya asked as she wiped away the tears on her best friend's face. Rosie, in realization, hit Tanya on the arm "Ow! What?!" Tanya exclaimed.

"She loves chicken..." Rosie started as if she was onto something. Donna recongnized the recognition in Rosie's eyes, but she could tell Rosie didn't want to assume.

"Yes, Red We know. The only time she hasn't eaten chicken was when she was..." Tanya trailer off as she caught on to what Rosie was getting at. "Pregnant..." they said together and turned to Donna. She smiled and gave a nervous laugh.

"Well, did you know?!" Rosie asked completely shocked. Worry began to fill her for the sake of her best friend. If she was pregnant, she'd be a single mother to two . Yes, if anyone could do it , it was Donna because she was already doing an incredible job with Sophie, but her concern began to grow for her best friend of she had two children. Rosie promised herself that whatever the case, she would stand and support Donna. Always.

"Well we cant KNOW for sure, but yes I suspected." Donna said as she bit her lip and twirled her hair nervously. She was worried her friends were going to completely flip out. Yes, they helped out and are still helping her with Sophie, but another baby?! Oh, why did this happen? How? Oh, she knew how, but The Dynamos could never find out how.

Tanya's jaw was still dropped to the floor as she began asking the common questions: who, what, when, where, why, and how. Donna ignored all of these calmly as she changed the subject and got out of bed. "I bought a pregnancy test while I was in the airport before flying back to Greece," she said shakily as she unzipped the front pocket of the suitcase and pulled out the life changing box.

"Okay...well..." Tanya said composing herself for the sake of her best friend. "Let's find out then. Together," she said as she grabbed one of Donna's shoulders. She would always support her bestfriend. Who cares if she has two kids? She's still their Donna. Just another godchild to spoil with all the money she's getting from this divorce!

"You bet your ass we're in this with you Sheridan. Always." Rosie said and she grabbed her other shoulder. Donna became over whelmed with emotion in that moment and embraced both of her Dynamos as they all hugged each other. They were family. Biologically or not. Nothing would ever change that. They've helped her with one and they'd sure as hell help her with another.

The three of them sat at the edge of Donna's bed. Tanya looked at her watch "It's been five minutes. Well actually it's been eight minutes, so" she was shushed by Rosie who punched her in the arm. "Ow! What's up your ass, Red?"

Rosie rolled her eyes at her best friend, "What's up my ass, Cleopatra is that our best friend may need more than the time given on that bloody box for herself because she was the one who peed on that stick and we were not. We'll go when she goes. She can take the next hour if she likes." Rosie explained trying to get her point across to her Dynamo.

"Riiiiiight, ok Donna. Whenever you're ready honey." Tanya reassured, rubbing Donna's arm. "But, if you'd rather take like another 60 seconds than 60 minutes it might be more you know...beneficial for you, not me. Trust me, I can wait." Tanya added. Donna chuckled at her two Dynamos and stood up to face them.

"You know if I didn't know any better I'd say you two were more nervous than me," Donna joked as she crossed her arms and looked at the ground. Her friends gave her a knowing look as they knew she was stalling. She laughed nervously again. "I just...what if I can't do it girls? I mean...I'm constantly worried Sophie is going to grow up and realize that she hates me as her mother or how I did a shitty job raising her and that my best wasn't enough for her, because she deserves the world! She does! She's my baby and I can't give it to her! And then I sure as hell won't be able to give it to this little one either. I'm a horrible mother!" Donna yelled as she sunk to the floor and started sobbing.

"Oh honey, you're just blubbering right now! You're making no sense what so ever! Sophie is incredibly lucky to have you as a mother! You're doing this all on your own, Don. And you're kicking ass while doing it. And I know for a FACT that if you were to bring another life into this world, they would love and adore you just as much as Sophie does. Because, you're an incredible mom, Don. You've done good already, kid." Tanya reassured her while both her and Rosie embraced her. Donna looked at her Dynamos with tears in her eyes for the billionth time that day.

"Okay...you're right. Let's do this." Donna said, not fully prepared on what to do if the test was positive and secretly praying it didn't come to that. Her life would change; she knew that, but in some ways it would be for the better. Getting to have another little joy? It made Donna's heart soar, but the timing couldn't have been worse. Yet, she shoved all of this deep down inside for her own sake and the very possible baby's sake. She waltzed into the bathroom, bravely picked up the stick and stared at it. Her hand started shaking and she grabbed the sink to keep from falling. Tanya and Rosie rushed in and held either side of Donna. What they all saw was far too bitter sweet. Two solid lines. Pregnant. Donna Sheridan was pregnant. Again.

"Don, how did this happen" Tanya asked sweetly, not wanting to push her friend if she wasn't ready to tell them.

Dread immediately filled Donna as she looked at the stick and then at her friends who were patiently waiting. She was no longer filled with dread because of the baby anymore, no she was filled with dread because of what her best friend had asked her seconds ago. Oh shit...

A/N: Hi all! So I'm SUPER excited to start this story! It will go back and forth during the first little bit, then it'll all be present! But the next couple chapters will be 'present'. (After the wedding). I hope you enjoy this story and I'd LOVE to hear any suggestions you have! If you see stuff you wanna see more of or see stuff you absolutel E! Lemme know! I love feedback:)) Love to all! Thanks!3

Love,

~Ellie