Sorry this has taken slightly longer than I anticipated! This chapter is loosely based on the tiny snapshot of the MM1 trailer where Donna and Sam are dancing and a photo of them laughing in a similar scene that I really wish we could've seen!

I hope you enjoy reading, please let me know what you think in a review and any ideas/prompts you have would be great too, I'd love some inspiration!

2.

'I don't want to. Everyone's watching us.'

Sam had grabbed her hand in a bid to lead her away from the table at which they had sat for the majority of their wedding reception to share their first dance, but Donna had become shy all of a sudden.

'People have been watching us all night sweetheart.' he chuckled in response, 'Besides, what do you care? You were dancing in Spandex last night for the world to see...very well I might add' he muttered as he leaned into Donna's ear, gently kissing her temple.

'That was different, I'd had a lot more to drink for one.' Donna whispered back to him, being careful not to draw attention to herself from the guests in case they caught wind of what Sam was trying to convince her to do and decided to encourage her too. 'And you shouldn't have been there in the first place' she giggled quietly, remembering how furious she was with him almost exactly twenty four hours before. She was simply putting her guard up; the man she had never stopped loving, the man who broke her heart had reappeared the day before a huge milestone in Donna's life on her little island with her baby girl. Doing her best to avoid him since the morning before perhaps hadn't been the best idea Donna had ever come up with, as if she had given him the time to explain himself, how he had come back to find her and never truly loved anybody else since he left for good, she might have spared them both another day of heartache. Thinking back to how unreasonable she had been the day before, Donna began to feel a pang of guilt about how unwelcome .

'Where did you sleep last night?'

Bursting out laughing at such a random question, Sam frowned jokingly, 'Why?'

'I threw you out and I feel bad...you did find somewhere to sleep, didn't you?'

Pausing for thought for a moment or two, he decided to see how far he could push it. 'No, I just stayed out here once everyone had gone to bed...didn't want to impose, you know?'

Donna's heart sank. 'No! You should've just...I don't know, demanded that I gave you a room. There's a spare somewhere…'

'"Demanded", huh? Something tells me no-one had ever successfully demanded anything from you Don.' Sam smirked. 'Not unless the only thing they were demanding was an argument and a broken nose.'

Donna's frown slowly curled into a smile, looking up to her new husband sheepishly.

'I stayed on Bill's boat, don't worry. It was a little cramped, but it was fine.' he laughed.

'Thank God. Don't stress me out like that, I felt awful.' she chuckled as he pulled her onto his lap, taking hold of her hand once more.

'Anyway...stop changing the subject, woman. Come and dance with me.'

'Sam…' Donna pleaded quietly, looking at the floor. It wasn't as though there was a single person at their reception who didn't know Donna. It should really be him who doesn't want to, she thought to herself as she stared down at the grey heels that she had kicked off hours earlier. Even earlier that day, Donna had been all too happy for her voice to be heard as she reprimanded Sky and his friends for not helping her, then later at what was supposed to be her daughter's wedding, as Sam asked her to explain why he wasn't the only man who could be Sophie's father. The entire island knew her as the boss, someone who they could rely on but wouldn't be afraid to tell them exactly what she thought. For some reason, this had changed almost instantly when she and Sam had become husband and wife.

Eyes still avoiding Sam's, Donna tried to work out why this was. She had felt entirely vulnerable since leaving the chapel that afternoon, yet she had never been happier or more content in her whole life. He had spent some time chatting to Rosie and Tanya along with the other guests but Sam's attention and gaze had been almost entirely Donna for the evening; this was something she was having difficulty getting used to, whilst secretly hoping she never would. To take their second chance for granted would be a foolish mistake and they had both made far too many of those in the time they had spent apart. Donna grinned to herself as she lifted her head slowly, her eyes meeting her husband's once more.

'Okay, we can dance.' she announced, downing the remaining contents of her champagne flute and standing up to allow Sam to do the same. Tanya had noticed where they were heading and immediately started to cheer, causing Donna to turn the same shade of pink as her scarf when others started to do the same. Sam chuckled and pulled her close to his chest, hooking his finger under her chin and tilting her head up to look directly at him.

'Ignore them.' he mumbled, kissing the tip of her nose as he held one of her hands with his and placed his other on the small of her back. 'Just me and you, yeah?'

'Yeah.' she replied in nothing more than a whisper. 'Just us.'

The newlyweds, who were by far the least intoxicated people in the courtyard, began to sway gently to the music being played by some of the locals, to the delight of each and every guest who had come to love Donna over the years and were overjoyed to see her happy instead of prioritising everyone else as she had always done before.

Donna turned to look up to her bedroom window, hardly able to believe that she wouldn't be sleeping alone tonight for the first time in many, many years. Sam's presence over the last two days had caused her to experience every emotion she thought possible. From sadness to anger, anxiety to elation. Right now it was sheer happiness; dancing with him for the first time in twenty one years had made her feel incredibly shy and yet braver than she thought it possible to feel.

Slowly closing her eyes, she rested her head against Sam's chest as he led them in their first, of hopefully many, dances. Donna had smiled so much in the last five hours that her cheeks were starting to ache, but that didn't stop a grin making its way across her face as she got lost in her thoughts once more.

Just us.