This will be a one-shot. It takes place a few years after Mamma Mia! Here We Go Again, but with a twist. Enjoy! Also, I do want to write some more Mamma Mia fanfiction, so if you ever have a story request, feel free to hit me with a message.

Bedtime Stories

It was getting late, and Sam was having trouble putting his grandson to sleep. Sophie and Sky were off celebrating their anniversary and they made sure that Donnie had someone to watch him before they left. They wouldn't be gone long; it would just be for a few days and they'd left yesterday.

Sam sighed out of frustration as Donnie sat up in bed, staring up at his Papa. Bill, Sam, and Harry each came to an agreement on what they would be called. Not all three could be called 'Grandpa.' Sam would be called Papa, Bill would be called Pappou (which was Greek for Grandpa), and Harry Pops. Donnie had gotten that down quickly after he was able to talk.

Donnie was now five-years-old and stayed in the room Sophia used to stay in back when she was running the hotel. That was a long time ago. So much time had passed. Donnie huffed and looked at Papa Sam. "Papa, I have a question."

"You just had a glass of water." Sam groaned. He loved his grandson, but he was also wishing that he would just go to sleep like he was told to an hour ago.

"Not that." Donnie tilted his head. "Why are there three of you? Papa, Pappou, and Pops. All my friends at school only have two grandfathers."

Sam laughed a little. "That's part of a long, complicated story."

"I have time."

"No, you don't. It's time for bed and your mother got mad at me the last time I let you stay up late."

Donnie smirked. "Who said she has to know?"

Sam saw so much of Donna's attitude in Donnie. It reminded him so much of her, and he didn't know whether to be proud or worried. Maybe a little bit of both. Sam walked over and sat next to Donnie on the bed when the kid made some room for him. He leaned back on the headboard and looked at the child, who was looking up at him. "Alright. So, it's 1979. Wartime."

"There was a war?"

"No." Sam tried to get into Harry's character. Whenever he was here visiting, Harry would try his damnedest to make Donnie laugh whether he was bored or hurt, whatever. Donnie chuckled a little. "But your Grandmother graduated at a University in London, and after that, she decided to go travel. She was a rebellious woman, so full of life at such a young age. I've always loved that about her."

"Is that when she met you?"

"Wait for it. Pops met her first. They spent some time together before she left to go to this island. The island we're on now."

"Then she met you?"

"Wait for it. She met Pappou next." Sam watched as Donnie rolled his eyes. He hated being wrong. He was wondering how exactly to keep this Rated G. Some R rated stuff went down that Donnie didn't need to know about. Maybe this was a bad idea. There was no going back now. "They hit it off, I guess. They weren't exactly together at this point. The thing is, she missed the ferry and Pappou offered her a ride on his boat. While on the way to the island, they helped a man trying to get to the love of his life. And then he brought her to the island and then left on his own little journey."

Donnie sighed. "Let me guess – she hasn't met you yet."

"Well, actually, one night there was a storm. I was visiting the island, you know, trying to clear my head. You remember your great grandparents, right?" Donnie had only met Sam's parents a couple of times, and he was too young to remember the first time. But they had visited recently. Sam's sons, Donnie's uncles, had tagged along, and Donnie learned about Sam's first wife, Lorraine. Donnie gave a shrug. "Well, they sort of just planned my whole life out. They wanted me to run their oil and gas company, and then marry my first wife, Lorraine."

"Uh-uh?"

"One day, I'm riding my motorcycle through this rainstorm. It's going down hard, and I can barely see when this young girl comes out from down the road. She's soaking wet, and she looks like she's in trouble. She's even signaling me to stop, so I stop. She was the most beautiful, most caring woman I've ever seen in the rain." Sam sort of smiled, recounting the memory.

"Grandma." Donnie smiled with him before glancing at the picture of Donna on his nightstand. He mouthed an I love you before Sam continued.

"After I helped her calm down a horse in the old goathouse, we hit it off. We were in love, and we spent weeks together until I let her down. She found out that I was engaged to another woman, and threw me out, told me that she never wanted to see me again. So, I left."

"Did you come back?"

"Oh, I came back. But she was gone. Pappou had shown back up, and she left with him. Pops even made a return after for a few days, and Auntie Rosie and Tanya made a few visits. One day, Grandma learned she was pregnant with your mother. She went through it all by herself, with the help from Sophia."

"Who's Sophia?"

"That's another story for another time." Sam cleared his throat and ruffled Donnie's curly black hair. "But anyway, she built this hotel and raised your mother all on her own. And then one day, your parents are set to get married, and your mom goes through Grandma's diary where she mentioned me, Pappou, and Pops. She, your mother, being the minx she is, invited the three of us without telling Grandma."

Donnie got curious. "Ooh did Grandma get mad?"

"Not exactly, because she didn't even know until the wedding. But when I got the invitation, I was shocked. I thought it was your grandmother, and I was a little hesitant at first. But then Uncle Macklin told me to go get her. So, I came and met Pappou and Pops along the way. I spent those days trying to convince Grandma to talk to me, but she's a stubborn woman."

"Don't I know it." Donnie let out a small yawn. "She still won't let me off the hook for breaking the vase in the hall."

"Well, it was an antique. Sophia gave it to her."

"Again, who is this Sophia person?"

"I'll tell you later." Sam adjusted himself. "Anyway, your parents decided not to get married and I proposed to your Grandmother. We got married right there. On the spot. A year before you were born, Grandma got into an accident and landed in a coma. The doctors said there was a slim chance that she would wake up, but she did. The hotel was shut down for a year until we decided to reopen it. And then your mom found out she was pregnant with you. So here we are."

Donnie knew his Grandmother was alive and well but knowing that she was so close to death before he even got the chance to meet her made his heart ache. He felt sad now, and it was evident in his eyes. As soon as Sam saw it, he regretted it, thinking he should've gone in a different, happier route. This was why Bill and Harry were in charge of telling the stories and jokes. Tears brimmed in Donnie's eyes. "That made me miss Grandma, Papa."

"She's right downstairs, son."

"Can I go hug her? I need a hug."

"I can hug you."

"I need her to give me a hug." Sam decided to make an exception and let him out of the room. He darted down the stairs to see that the lobby was packed. Donnie looked everywhere for Donna, only to find her at the checkout. He charged for her, attacking her by violently wrapping his arms around her waist. He was holding her tight. "Hi, Grandma!"

"Hello, boy who isn't in bed like he's supposed to be." Donna gave the couple in front of the desk the room key before tending to her grandson. She knelt to be eye-level with him and noticed he was about to start crying. She glanced back at Sam, who was hanging awkwardly in the back. "What's wrong, honey?"

"You almost died. I don't want you to die."

Donna pressed a hand against his cheek and wiped the tears away. "I'm not going away for a very, very long time. But what brought this on?"

"Papa told me about the time you almost died."

Sam noticed Donna giving him a glare. "What? He asked how he had three grandpas, and it was the only way to make him go to sleep."

"Well, he's awake." Donna picked Donnie up and rested him on her hip. Her grandson wrapped his arms around her neck. "Come on. Let's get you to bed. And Sam, we'll talk about this later."

Donnie sang, "You're in trouble."

"I can always tell your Mom you wouldn't go to sleep, Donnie." Sam followed them up the stairs, and Donnie had asked if he could sleep with his grandparents. Donna decided to let him just this one time, and she was confined to the bed because Donnie wouldn't let her go. Sam, per his wife's orders, went to go take over for her.

Donnie lied closed to his grandmother, some of her shirt in his hands as he kept a tight grip on her. What did Sam just start? She loved this affection, but not when she was trying to work. Might as well enjoy it while it lasts. Donnie, before he fell asleep, muttered, "I love you so much, Grandma."

"I love you, too, honey. Now go to sleep. I'll be here when you wake up."

"Promise?"

Donna smiled and kissed his forehead. "I promise."