A/N: Hi babies! (PSA: Again the Peryl picture is from a deleted scene in Mamma Mia 😍😍 IF ANYONE CAN FIND THE SCENE LET ME KNOWWWW)! I'm so grateful for all the comments I've been getting lately! I love them 😄 ️ Keep them coming they're really beneficial! Also, it's another long chapter and I'm worried it gets boring BUT I hope not 😅 let me know what you're honestly thinking! Thankyou so much!

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Ellie ️

The temporarily happy family went to an Italian restaurant and had a marvelous dinner. They were given a booth and the waitress handed the twins coloring sheets to keep them occupied. "You're boys are beautiful!" She said as she poured wine for the couple, "You can tell they favor their father with their mothers eyes," she smiled and tapped Chris's nose as he laughed.

The couple looked at her wide-eyed that she was able to tell, letting them know it must've been obvious Donna was the biological mother. Sam reached for Donna's hand, gave it a squeeze, and gave her a wink, "Thankyou, let's just hope the older they get they favor their mother a bit more, it'd be unfortunate if you favored daddy more wouldn't it?" He asked the boys who only giggled in response.

Donna noticed the waitress bit her lip and playfully touched Sam's arm before twirling her hair, "They'd be lucky to turn out like you," she said with a wink. Donna saw right through the skinny brunnette's angle and cleared her throat.

"She's right, Darling. We have two Heartbreakers on our hands if they keep their father's mesmerizing looks," she let the word roll of her tongue before throwing a quick glare at the brunnette and leaning over across the table to place a soft kiss on his lips. Sam smiled eagerly at her intentions and met her halfway. Donna allowed the kiss to linger for a second, causing laughs from the twins, before pulling away and smiling at the brunnette who was looking at her notepad.

"Momma and Daddy kiss alot," Dylan informed the waitress in a whisper. The couple laughed at the toddlers response given he'd nearly met Donna two hours ago, but during those two hours both him and his brother had been exposed to plenty of their parent's PDA.

Sam had caught on to Donna's jealousy and kissed her hand before turning his head back to the waitress, "He's right...we do...a lot." He winked at the waitress as Donna stiffled a laugh as he practically told her to back off.

"Excuse me, could we have some champagne also?" Donna asked as she got the crayons out of the cartons for the boys to use. The waitress nodded, clearly embarrassed, and headed in the other direction.

Sam played footsie with Donna under the table, "You were jealous," he smirked.

She rolled her eyes, "And what does that make you two days ago when we went to the station and the new intern had to perform a physical exam?" She rested her head in her hand.

"I completely believe that was not necessary. It was completely inappropriate for him to spend three minutes listening to your heart beat," he explained, growing jealous at the thought which caused Donna to giggle into her wine. "On top of that, when you bent down to get your shoes, which you took longer than usual to do, much to my enjoyment by the way, his eyes were glued to your ass."

Donna gave a wink, "That was all for you", she smiled and ran her foot up and down his leg.

"Ass!" Chris shouted. His parents spat out their drinks and looked at him appalled.

"Christopher Samuel Carmichael!" Donna said instinctively, much to Sam's surprise. Chris shrunk down at his new mother's glare and tears formed in his eyes. Donna saw this and cupped his cheek, "Sweetheart, that's a naughty word," she said softly and he nodded.

"Which is why daddy uses it with mommy in the bedroom," Sam muttered into his wine, earning him a kick from Donna. "Ow!" He winced and their boys began to laugh.

"I sowy Mamma..." Chris sniffed, and Donna gave a soft smile at how sincere he was, especially since he couldn't say his r's.

"Daddy is sowy too," Sam pouted his lip and Donna playfully swatted his cheek. The twins went back to coloring and Sam began brushing his thumb over her hand. "How are you feeling?" He asked worriedly.

She smiled and took another big sip of wine, "Better the more adult juice I drink," she winked as Dylan looked over.

"I try your juice?" He began reaching for Donna's wine glass.

"No," the couple laughed together and Dylan shrugged and looked back at Donna.

"I like calling you Mama," he admitted with a smile.

Chris stopped coloring. "Daddy said name is D-awn-a." He attempted to say her name and looked over at Donna, "Can we?" He asked tugging on her dress.

"What?" Donna asked confused and looked at Sam.

"They want to know if they can officially call you Mama," Sam translated with a smile before talking to his boys. " Mommy and Daddy will talk to you about it in the morning...ok?"

"We call her mommy too?" Chris squealed. Sam shook his head at his mistake and Donna just laughed.

"Your daddy and I will talk to you about it in the morning. I promise," she said and ruffled Chris's hair.

They nodded in unison and went back to coloring and Donna turned to Sam, "are you ok?" She asked.

"I am elated. Yet, I feel like a blithering idiot," he spat and downed the rest of his wine.

Donna frowned and took his hand, "Thankyou for letting us come out to dinner, it means alot. I'm proud of you for not blowing a fuse or passing out yet," she winked.

He gave a chuckle and kissed her hand, "Anything for you. I know how your mind works and how you like to process things, might I say it is quite effective," he poured them both more wine. "You're already fantastic with them," he admitted, as if it was casual dinner conversation and not a life changing topic they were supposed to talk about later. Donna gave a small smile and scratched her head, "I'm serious, Donna."

She fidgeted in her seat. "I know, and I'm sorry I don't want to seem like I'm brushing it off right now, but we haven't crossed the bridge yet. We weren't supposed to at least, so can we wait until we're home like planned?" She was biting her nails and her face had become flushed.

He nodded hastily. "Of course, I'm sorry." He stated. The whole thing was incredibly bizarre for the both of them, having dinner with their boys without officially confirming they were their boys but knowing they were and putting it all on hold to take a breather at dinner... Both of their heads began to spin. "Hey?" He asked getting Donna's attention.

She looked up with dread, "Hmm?" She asked as a tear fell from her face and he wiped it away.

"I have a secret: I love you." He whispered with a big, goofy smile which caused her to grin.

"Good."

The boys had fallen asleep in their parents arms on the cab ride home and neither one said a word. Only silent communication happened when Sam took Donna's hand and kissed her forehead. They reached the apartment in silence and gently laid the boys down to bed in their room. Dylan had wrapped his arms around Donna's neck and stirred a little when she had to detatch him from her. Sam's heart soared at the scene of his little son not wanting to let go of her. They tucked them in quietly and darted for their own room. Once the door shut Donna took a big breath as Sam came behind her and wrapped his arms around her waist.

Alot had happened in the week they'd spent together. When they weren't making love, they were falling deeper in love with each other and had come to forgive and forget. And in replacement of the anger and sadness, came faith and trust in one another. Through this, they were able to decide he'd fly back to Greece with her where she said she had something to show him, but she wouldn't tell him what. He was in awe that she was attempting to build the villa they had dreamed of and had made it his mission to send his and Lynn's own team out there three weeks from now to begin the process. He wanted to marry her there, which meant he wanted to propose to her here.

"If you need more time I can run you a bath," he suggested and kissed her shoulder.

She shook her head, "No...I don't need more time. We need to just hit this while it's hot."

"I agree," he brought her over to the love seat in his room before sitting down next to her. "So here's what I do know and I'm not going to slow down for fear of not being able to finish, therefore correcting me if I'm wrong: somehow in some miraculous way you're the legitimate mother of my two twins boys. Granted, I had no idea who the surrogate was because I never really wanted children with her so I let her handle it. But, the moment I saw those boys when she brought them to New York...everything changed and my world suddenly split into two more parts, taking a piece of my heart with them each. What is also adding up is how Lorraine seemed distant with them from day one, always doing the necessities but leaving the rest for me to do," he began to choke on his words and Donna embraced him as he placed his head in her lap. "How about you go now?"

She stroked his air and took a big gulp of hair. "Ok...what I know is that over two and a half years ago I got a call from Lorraine Allen, claiming to be an old friend of Sophia's, who had recently passed, and was wondering if I knew anyone who would help her with her predicament. I pitied her when she said she needed someone to be the biological mother and surrogate for her children because she was infertile herself. I didn't want to see any woman go through the hell of not wanting a child, so I reluctantly agreed after I was told the amount of money I'd get," she admitted, careful not to mention how she'd been pregnant before because she wanted to wait until Sam came to Kalokairi with her. "I ended up being pregnant with twins and never met the father of the little boys I was carrying, she claimed he was always away on business..." Sam gave a snort at that and shot back up into a sitting position.

"Ironically, she said you had a problem with men so it was easier if I never showed up to the appointments," Donna's jaw dropped.

"Ok, so we have that much," Donna rubbed her neck and smiled when Sam turned her so her back was facing him and began kneading the tense muscles away.

"Do you want to stop?" He asked, knowing this was all alot of information for the both of them (which they wanted to get out of the way before they could celebrate anymore).

She shook her head, "No, but some more wine might help," she chuckled and he hopped off the couch.

"You're wish is my command, mother dearest. Be right back," he lightly pecked her lips before heading to the kitchen. Donna smiled at what he had called her. She was over the moon excited and she knew he was too, BUT it was mixed with the speed it had happened and the reason behind her surgogacy that they needed to discover first. Sam came back with a big glass of wine for the both of them and set the bottle down on the coffee table. "Ok, so we have the basics. Now what caused you to think they were..." He trailed off.

"Think they were mine?" She finished for him as he nodded. "I watched from the balcony when Lorraine came in with the boys and immediately recognized her, remembered she was your ex wife, and put them together," she said and snapped her fingers for effect. Sam placed his head in his hands. "Sam, how did she find me?"

Sam looked up and winced as Donna raised her eyebrows. "Yes, you see now that would be my fault." Donna narrowed her eyes and motioned for him to continue, "Um, about four years ago, when I left you to tell Lorraine I couldn't marry her and came back to find you...I might've done it a bit triumphantly," he explained innocently.

Donna furrowed her eyebrows, "Define triumphantly." She ordered coldly.

Sam scratched his head, "Um...triumphantly as in telling her, quiet loudly with joy might I add, that I wasn't going to marry my fathers partner's daughter because I'd found true love in Donna Sheridan instead of the cold frigid bitch that she was. And then wrote down the address of Miss Donna Sheridan's residence on a piece of paper, threw it at her, and told her to send us a Christmas card," he finished as Donna's jaw dropped. "So, I suppose she kept it...I'm sorry Donna," she put her hand up to silence him.

"No no..." She said lowly with ice in her tone which sent shivers down Sam's spine. Shit. "So you're telling me: that you not only broke off your engagement to come and find me, but rubbed it in her face? Telling her to send us a Christmas card?"

Sam looked at her like a child who'd been caught writing on the walls, "uh...yes..." He acknowledged, terrified to look her in the eye.

"That's pretty hot...honestly," she confessed with a giggle as he turned to look at her.

"You're not..."

"Mad? No, not at you at least. Honey, you didn't know. And I find it quite endearing what you did," she said sincerely before she burst into laughter. "Oh my God..." She laughed out.

Sam put his hand on her back as she was hunched over giggling, "What?" He asked suspiciously.

"You must've looked like such a moron! After doing all that then coming back empty headed and marrying Lorraine...I'm sorry that's really not funny but..." She let out another wave of hysterically laughter.

"Oh I did, believe me. It is quite funny when you..." He couldn't finish his sentence as he began to laugh at himself and his stupid mistakes. The two's nerves were put at ease with the teasing of Sam's romantic history.

"Shhhh we'll wake up the boys," Donna reminded. "One more thing...why did she do this?" She asked gravely, clueless to any answer.

Sam cupped her cheek, "Because she was jealous of you, sweetheart."

"Me? But she had YOU!" Donna protested.

Sam shook his head, "You HAD me, she just possesed me. Lorraine is a very cunning business woman, I can't put it past her. You see, she always ends up getting the result she desires, apparently her personal life was no different. Since she couldn't have children with me, she figured she'd take away from you what we could have: our children. To her, it's the next best thing because..."

Donna interupted, "It gives her a sense of satisfaction that she 'defeated' me. That her husband may be in love with me but she had our children without me ever knowing it, and that thrilled her even more to know I had no way of ever knowing. It was her big-little lie," she concluded and put her hand up to her mouth.

"Bingo," Sam muttered.

"Oh my God...why would she...how could she..." Tears came into Donna's eyes as every last piece fell into place. Sam immediately pulled her into his arms.

"Because she was jealous of you and everything you were to me, and she wanted to take everything away from you she could without you ever knowing it," he muttered into her hair. "My God I love you...you're so brave. You carried our boys all on your own without ever knowing."

"It didn't feel right leaving them, Sam. I should've sensed something was up but I was so naive! She was so sweet, she even let me name them for fucks sake!" She admitted and Sam pulled away from her to look at her.

"So you're telling me, you picked the names Christopher Samuel and Dylan Alexander Carmichael?" He asked, attempting to find his voice.

"Yes, I did and you want to know why, Samuel Alexander Carmichael?" He nodded and squeezed her hands, "Because the whole time I was pregnant I would go to bed and pretend you were there and that those were our boys I was carrying, and what we'd name them if..." She trailed off.

"...if I was there," Sam sniffed and Donna nodded. "You know the greatest thing about this don't you? We still won, Lorraine hasn't, because life still had it's way of working out for us, because they are our boys, because you are their mother, and because you will be my wife, because we belong together. I can only imagine the universe is exhausted trying to keep us together, it's on our side this time Donna. I promise." He smiled as she saw her look at him questionably. "What is it?" He asked urgently.

"Your wife?" She asked with a smile.

Sam knelt down on the floor and pulled out a long slender box from his jacket, "This isn't your ring, but it's something to hold onto until then, anyway I hope so...that is if you..."

"I do, I do, I do," she practically jumped him, finding his lips with hers as they crashed together. Sam gave a satisfied moan into Donna's mouth as she willingly opened it for him. She slid her tongue into his mouth before finding his own, as they battled for dominance. He pulled away, much to her disappointment, and opened the box. Donna let out a loud gasp at the beautiful necklace before her. It was white gold with a gorgeous pendant. The main stone was a 10 carat tear drop sapphire, surrounding by tiny diamonds. "Oh my God, Sam..."

"Do you like it?" He asked hopefully and took it out of the box and turned her around.

She held her hair up for him to fasten it into place. It was by far the most elaborate piece of jewelry she owned, no doubt it cost a pretty penny..."I love it, but Sam..."

"But nothing. Blue was always your color. Nothing but the best for the mother of my children and future wife," he winked. "Although that wasn't the proposal...just wait."

"Samuel Alexander Carmichael, what goes on inside that head of yours?" She outlined his lips with her finger.

"Now that would be telling," he took his time to unzip her black dress and heard her gasp, "what's it been? 12 hours? My God that must be some sort of record for us."

She shrugged the dress off in response, only standing in her undergarments, necklace, and heels. "Well, we could see just how long we could go," Donna teased and began unbuttoning his shirt.

Sam shook his head at her furiously before taking off his jacket and undoing his belt buckle. "Hmm, let me think about that...NO!" He answered and picked Donna up bridal style and walked towards the bed. He went to undo his tie in order to get his shirt off after laying her on the feather light matress.

"Don't throw the tie to the side this time," she told him as he took his shirt off. "Give it to me," she requested in a raspy voice. Sam saw the naughty glint in her eyes and gave a look of surprise.

"Are you serious?" He questioned seductively. She nodded and bit her lip. He smirked, "Then allow me," he whispered and pulled her hands towards the headboard and tied them up on one of the rot iron pieces with his tie loosely. "This should be interesting, Sheridan." He placed a slow, wet kiss on her lips before descending to her chest.

"That's future Carmichael to you," she corrected with a laugh. He reached for the clasp behind her bra and unhooked it, causing her breath to hitch.

"You have no idea how much the sound of that turns me on," he informed her as he threw her bra to the side and began to kiss her breasts.

Donna let out a moan and pulled against her loose, silky restraints. "Then show me," she challenged.

He took one of her aroused buds into his mouth before swirling his tongue around it, emitting a moan from Donna. "With pleasure," he told her and began to kiss his way down her stomach. He stopped when he reached her underwear and hopped off the bed.

"Where the fuck are you going?" Donna asked alarmingly. He gave a wink and ran out the door in only his underwear. Donna's jaw dropped as she tried to free herself from her restraint. "Shit..." She hissed when she realized she couldn't get it undone without his help. Sam appeared a minute later holding a bottle of champagne.

"Already trying to escape?" He teased as he popped open the champagne and gave her a naughty wink.

Donna raised her eyebrows. What was he up to? "What's the occasion?" She asked as he placed the open bottle on the nightstand and hovered over her again.

He grabbed the bottle and raised it up, "To the mother of my children, my future wife, and extraordinary lover," he winked and took a swig of the champagne. Donna immediatly realized she couldn't have any due to her...position. "Allow me," he said and opened her mouth with his thumb. Sam attempted to lightly pour some champagne into her mouth and stopped as she swallowed and gave a satisfied grin.

"Thankyou..." She whispered and pulled him in for a kiss, tasting the sweet champagne on his lips. "For being the most fantastic father to our boys, protecting me, loving me, and never giving up on me," she kissed his hand which was caressing her cheek.

"Anything for my wife," he kissed her nose.

"Well, soon-to-be," she corrected him.

Sam only shook her head at her, "Legally, yes. But by the laws of love and life: my wife." He argued and watched as tears formed in her eyes and she just nodded.

"Stop talking. I'd very much like to make love to my husband then, thankyou." She demanded.

"Yes, ma'am," he giggled and, without warning, poured the champagne onto Donnas naked upper body, causing her to inhale deeply at the chilling liquid on her warm skin. Sam began to kiss her soaked, flat stomach and licked the champagne away. "This tastes much better," he muttered into her stomach as she let out a dirty laugh.

Sam continued to suck the delicious drink from her glorious sunkissed body, until there was none left and he pulled down her underwear in one swift motion before kicking his off in a flash.

"Someone's eager," Donna teased and raised her eyebrows suggestively at Sam.

He nodded in aggrement, "When you've been drinking champagne off of your wife's glorious body, it turns you on a bit," he winked and hovered above her again.

"I love that word you know," she admitted attempting to wrap her arms around her neck but remembering her hands were tied above her.

"I love calling you that you know," he admitted back and began to kiss her neck. "It's the word you've always deserved, but I don't deserve to call you. For that, I'm eternally grateful because I owe you everything," he said and entered her slowly causing her to close her eyes and toss her head back.

"Then I give you everything in return, my God I love you..." She whispered right before his mouth crashed onto hers and he began to move within her.

Donna immediatly attempted once more to move her arms and groaned in frustration. Sam gave a chuckle and lifted her leg up, allowing him to enter her deeper. She took this opertunity to wrap her legs around Sam and use whatever upper body strength she could to rock herself, meeting him with equal force. Sam groaned at the new movement and rested his forehead against hers, never slowing down the pace.

Donna opened her eyes to look at him and didn't see an ounce of lust but only love. Yes, they wanted each other. Yes, they were able to pleasure each other beyond their own capability. But, the root of all of it was simply to be together and to love each other the most intimate way they knew how.

Donna quickened her movements the best she could, needing to feel all of Sam's massive length within her. She began to feel her climax build, as she cried out his name and wrapped her legs tighter around him.

Sam understood her actions, and met her for equal force with each thrust he gave her. Her walls tightened around him as he grinded his teeth together, attempting to wait for her. He didn't need to wait long when her back arched off of the bed and she called our his name. He wrapped his arm around the small of her back and let himself go as well, giving her all he had.

Neither spoke for a few moments until Sam lifted his head and untied her silky restraints from the headboard.

"Thankyou, thought you were going to keep me like that forever," she winked and ran her hands through his hair.

He gave a sly smile before kissing the top of her breasts and rolling off of her, "Dont tempt me," he whispered and pulled her close to him, as she pulled up the covers over them both.

Donna snuggled into his arms that he had wrapped around her and kissed his chest. "What are you thinking about?"

Sam gave a chuckle, "How you instinctively called Chris by his full name when he said 'ass' tonight," she moved her head to look at him.

"I did not!" She protested only to be met with a nod from Sam. "Oh my God...I did!" She gave a laugh.

"Must be the motherly instinct. You already have it!" He encouraged.

"You have no idea..." She said under her breath, quiet enough to where even Sam couldn't here.

"You're going to be the most incredible mother to our children, I promise," he kissed her lightly before shuffling deeper into the covers. "For once, I'm looking forward to going to a restaurant and saying: Carmichael, party of four."

Donna gave a nevous laugh, maybe she could ease him into the subject now without giving much away. "Do you want more?" She blurted without thinking, and immediately regretted it.

He gave a short laugh and noticed how she was now embarrassed. "Children?" He asked, she meekly nodded. He gave a warm smile and pulled her chin up so he could look her in the eye. "With you?" He asked, she nodded meekly again. "Hell yes. Without a doubt. Only when you're ready, however. We can start our own soccer team!" He teased.

Donna laughed into the pillow and gave him a bright smile. "You really do?" She asked hopefully. He nodded deeply which caused her smile to deepen . "Me too," she bit her lip and he kissed her nose before laying back down on his pillow. "What about a little girl?" She asked casually, intertwining her fingers with his.

He ran his fingers through her hair, "As long as she looks just like you and I'm allowed to carry a gun from the moment she becomes a teenager," he responded right away. She began to laugh at his joke, "No, Donna. I'm serious. If you weren't so gorgeous I wouldn't be worried for our daughter's sake, but she is going to turn every head that I will happily blow off with my rifle that I will bring with me everywhere," he finished. She kept on giggling.

"She's gorgeous trust me," she whispered. Oh shit...

"What'd you say?" He yawned and closed his eyes.

"Nothing...goodnight. I love you, Mr. Carmichael." She thanked God he was half asleep, she wanted to keep Sophie a surprise!

"I love you more, Mrs. Carmichael." He tightened his grip around her and kissed her hair.

"Not yet," she reminded.

"Not legally," he fired back, reminding her that to him, she was already his wife because it was long over due.

"Fair enough," she smiled softly and took a deep breath, falling asleep almost instantly.

The couple hadn't been asleep two hours when they heard screaming from one of the boys's rooms. "Daddy! Mommy!"

Donna woke up with a start at her young son's crying and turned to Sam only to find him still asleep. She rolled her eyes, typical. She hopped out of bed and put on some of her leggings, along with one of Sam's old t-shirts.

"Mommy!" The little one began to cry and Donna pulled the shirt down in a hurry.

She hit Sam with a pillow, "Wake up! One of the boys is up!" She told him and watched as he looked at the clock. His crying got louder and Donna left the room.

She opened the door to Chris's room who sat up in his bed with his knees to his chest, like Donna does when she's stressed. "Mommy?" He asked softly, tears in his eyes.

Donna knelt down to the bed and stroked his cheek, "Hi, baby... Momma's here." Chris immediatly shuffled over to her as he wrapped his little arms around her neck and began to cry. "It's ok, sweetheart. I got you. What happened?"

The little boy popped up in panic, "Wait where's daddy?" As if on cue, Sam came running into the room, slightly out of breath but fully clothed.

"Daddy's right here," he breathed out and went over to his son. "Do you want to tell us what happened?"

"You and Mommy were there...and D-Dylan. Then, you were all gone and I was alone..." He began to cry again as Dylan walked into the room.

"What's wrong with Chrith?" Dylan asked, since you couldn't say his s's, with tears in his eyes. Sam grabbed Dylan in his arms and placed a kiss on his cheek.

"He had a bad dream, Dyl," Sam whispered and rubbed Chris's head as it was snuggled into Donna's chest.

"Mommy, you can't go nowhere. Even if I not supposed to call you that. Please don't leave," Chris began to cry loudly again which initiated Dylan crying also.

Sam gave a tired sigh and looked at Donna who had sadness in her eyes. "Hey, hey, hey. Your mother isn't going anywhere, ok?" Sam reassured them both.

Dylan stopped crying, "So we can call her mommy?" He asked hopefully. "Does that mean she take mommy's place?" He asked with even more hope, referencing Lorraine.

Sam tried not to laugh at his sons eagerness to get Lorraine out of the picture, "I hope so, Dyl." He winked as Dylan sniffed back more tears.

"I'm not going anywhere, babies. I promise. I'm right here, come on, you two can sleep with us tonight." She looked up at Sam who nodded in response.

The two tearful boys were carried into the master bedroom by their parents and eventually everyone was all snuggled up. Donna held Dylan as Chris was on Sam's chest while Sam's arm was around Donna.

"I can't go back to sleep..." Dylan whined.

"Neither can I..." Chris pouted and buried his face into his father's chest.

Sam had an idea pop into his head, "You know... mommy can sing," he suggested and Donna gave him wide eyes.

The boys looked at their mother, "You can?!" They asked in unison.

Donna gave a weak smile, "Not really..."

Sam interjected, "Oh, yes really! Mommy used to sing at concerts," he gave a wink and she stuck her tongue out in return.

"Mommy will you sing, pwease?" Dylan asked with his big green eyes that were the same as hers. She rubbed his back.

"Only if you two promise to try and go back to sleep," she required, they nodded simultaneosly. Sam gave her a kiss on the temple, "That goes for you too," she winked.

"I could listen to you sing all night," he told her and pulled her closer so she could snuggle into him a little bit with Dylan.

She thought of the song she used when Sophie would get scared and smile. "This should help take away the nightmares," she whispered to her boys. "Now, close your eyes," she instructed and they immediatly obeyed.

Every night I lie in bed

The brightest colors fill my head

A million dreams are keeping me awake

I think of what the world could be

A vision of the one I see

A million dreams is all it's gonna take

A million dreams for the world we're gonna make

Although it was short, she drew out every note and held it lightly with ease. Sam was taken aback by her voice, he'd never heard it soft. It was so pure, and sweet. He'd always heard her voice in more of a pop style, having so much power and strength behind it being able to belt out ridiculous notes. But, he couldn't have asked for anything more perfect in that moment, than for Donna to slowly sing the gorgeous melody to their sons. The trick had worked, and both boys were out by the time Donna had finished.

"Wow..." Sam uttered and wiped a tear from his own eye.

She stiffled a giggle, "Wow, what?" She cupped his cheek with her hand.

"Wow: my wife and the mother of my children. That's what. Goodnight, again, Mrs. Carmichael." He pressed a feather light kiss to her lips and held her close to him.

"Sweetalker..." She muttered as she drifted off to sleep.

The next morning Donna was woken up by two little toddlers jumping on her. "Momma! Wake up! Wake up!"

"Boys! Careful! We just got her here we don't want to break her!" Sam laughed, carrying in 4 plates of delicious food.

Donna giggled and opened her eyes, kissing her sons' heads. "Good morning, boys. What have you been up to?" Sam propped up a pillow and had her sit up, setting the plate down in front of her. The boys had made a scrumptious breakfast of homemade waffles topped with sliced strawberries and powdered sugar, along with eggs, and chocolate mousse. Sam bent down and gave her a light, yet lingering, kiss.

"Good morning, Darling." He kissed her nose and situated the boys before handing them their plates as well. "Boys please do your best to not spill anything." He added and the twins nodded before digging into their breakfast.

"What's all this for," she asked surprised as Sam sat down next to her and fed her a bite of the fluffy waffle.

"We're celebrating." He stated, Donna raised an eyebrow in questioning. "Celebrating the official Carmichael party of four, the boys' true mother, and my true wife. So why can't we spoil her?" He asked, which earned him a peck on the cheek from Donna.

"I suppose if you must, you must...thankyou," she cupped his cheek and he kissed her hand.

"Always," we winked. The elated little family ate the rest of their breakfast and enjoyed making jokes with each other. The boys' laughed at their parents non stop affection towards each other, and were estatic when their gorgeous mother gave them her undivided attention, something Lorrain never did.

"So we call you Mommy?" Dylan asked as Donna picked up everyone's empty plates. She froze and looked wide eyed at Sam who just threw his hands up in the air. This was her choice; she knew how he felt. However she decided to explain this was up to her. "Today is tomorrow!" Dylan defended, remembering what his parents had said.

Donna placed the plates on the bedside table and sat on the bed. She took a big breath of air, "Come here you two," the boys immediatly crawled into their mother's lap and immediatly looked at her with adoring eyes. Sam came behind her and rubbed her shoulders, "Now, I want you to let me say everything I need to first ok?" The boys nodded solemnly.

Sam kissed her shoulder, "I'm right here, baby," he whispered. She gave a small smile as he then kissed her temple.

"I know," she whispered back. Sam came to her side with an arm wrapped around her. "Okay, to answer your question: yes, you can call me Mommy or Momma or-." The boys began to cheer and she held her hand up, "Wait..." She warned in a strict, motherly tone. The boys died down. "The reason I'm allowing you to do this, is because I'm your real mommy. Does that make sense?" The boys nodded, acting like they already knew this. "Your other mommy took you away from me because she didn't like me. And your Daddy didn't know," she informed, trying to dumb it down as much as possible.

The boys made sad faces, "Why would she take you away from us, Mommy?" Chris asked beginning to cry. "You're already better than her and you've been here a day!" He explained to her.

She nodded and wiped her own tear away, "Because she didn't want me to be happy, and she thought she'd be happy if I wasn't, but that doesn't matter now because we're all together. And Mommy isn't going anywhere, I promise." She kissed both of her boys before they attacked her with hugs.

The twins began cheering and would not let go of their mother before their attention was divided when Dylan suggested they go play trains and Chris agreed. They hopped off the bed and started heading out, "Bye, Daddy! Bye, Mommy! We go play now!"

Sam gave a laugh of shock, " Yay! We have a mother who is our actual mother and everything Daddy ever wanted but we don't understand the full details because we're two and everything makes sense to us and...Oh My God! Trains!" Sam mimicked his sons' thought process which caused Donna to laugh.

"Honey they're two, and also you're offspring. What more can you expect with their attention span?" She picked up the plates and headed for the kitchen with Sam hot on her tail.

She began loading them into the dishwasher when he snaked his arms around her waist. " I think the dishes can wait..." He began to fervently kiss her neck and she wiggled out of his grasp.

She rolled her eyes, "They're dirty and need to be cleaned. Just like your mind, Samuel."

"I like this new motherly tone it's quite the turn on." He winked and she flicked water at him. "And yes you're right, I do need a cleaning...in the shower...with my gorgeous illegal wife."

She gave a deep laugh, "Illegal wife? That's what I am?" She shut the dishwasher and turned it on, "Then maybe you shouldn't be seen taking a shower with a criminal, it'd be quite the scandal," she whispered, centimeters from his lips. She could feel his hot breath on her and his hand on the small of her back as her lips brushed his before she darted for their bedroom.

"If you lock me out again, I swear!" Sam yelled chasing after her.

~Febuary 14th 1984~

"Bloody hell, Sheridan..." Rosie muttered as her friend had spent the last half hour explaining the absurd predicament.

"So he was going to come back here with you? And the boys?" Tanya asked, trying to put all the pieces together.

"Yes, it was then I was going to introduce him to Sophie. He said he wanted more and I know he wouldn't have been mad at me, because he blamed himself for what happened. Granted, I ran off with Bill and Ole Headbanger after that, but still... I know he would've been overjoyed." She smiled through her tears and rubbed her bump, "Just like if he knew with this little one," she choked out.

The Dynamos embraced their Donna for the hundredth time that day, yet it always felt like the first. "So honey, what happened? Why didn't he come back? Why didn't you tell us sooner? My God you didn't only fuck him, you didn't only fall in love with him again, you two had planned to start a life together again. With your boys...oh my God I have two nephews," Tanya put her hand up to her chest.

Rosie hit Tanya upside the head, "For fucks sake, Tanya! This isn't about you! This is about D-...Oh my god...we have two nephews!" She realized and brought her hand up to her mouth.

Donna just laughed at her bestfriends' reaction to her life's breakdown. Leave it to them to find the light in the situation. "Do you wanna see a picture of them?" She asked shyly. They nearly fell off the bed squealing.

Donna hopped off the bed and pulled out her bottom drawer, digging underneath all the clothes until she pulled out a small piece of photo paper. She gave a smirk and held it to her chest, "Sheridan! I swear to God! Give it!" Tanya was ready to tackle the blonde and Donna gave a laugh before handing it over to the Dynamos.

The backup girls snatched the piece of paper with wide eyes as their jaws dropped. It was a gorgeous picture in what they assumed was Central Park. Donna was laughing in the picture and wearing a polka dot wrap dress in white high heels with her arm around Sam's neck, who was kissing her forehead. Sam was wearing dark jeans and a white button up with black shoes and had Donna in his arms. One of the boys was on Sam's back, looking at his beautiful mother with big doting eyes, while the other little boy held onto Donna and was laughing with her at the camera. The twins were in matching jeans and black shirts with white sneakers. The Dynamos began to squeal. "OH MY GOD!" They yelled at the same time.

Donna gave a laugh and pointed to the one that was in her lap, "That's Christopher Samuel," she then pointed to the one on Sam's back, "and that's Dylan Alexander," she finished with a smile. Her girls looked back up at her with tears in their eyes.

"Don! They're beautiful! They look just like..." Rosie stopped.

"...Like Sam..." Tanya finished. Squinting to see the picture more clearly. "But, they have your eyes...my god they're gorgeous!" Tanya acknowledged. Donna gave a giggle and a proud smile.

"Oh girls, they are the sweetest! You would've fallen head over heels in love with the little heart breakers!" She squealed and flopped onto the bed.

"I think I just did!" Rosie exclaimed. Then, the severity of the situation came back. Sam wasn't here. Her sons weren't here. It was only The Dynamos, Baby Carmichael #1 and unborn Baby Carmichael #4. "Hon, what happened? You gotta tell us...you've told us this much!" Rosie encouraged and Donna nodded, grabbing a pillow.

"Well, that was on a Saturday and he went back to work on Monday, mainly working on the hotel's plans. So, the boys and I had some fun and went to the zoo, a Broadway show, out for pizza or ice cream. Just touristy stuff during the days when Sam was at work. And I fell in love with them more and more. My god, I know what parents who have more than one child mean...you can't love one more than the other, your heart is just outside of yourself and living inside these little people you created!" She explained with passion.

"Why didn't you tell us?" Tanya asked, putting a blanket around the blonde.

Donna shrugged, "Because I was still in shock at the turn of events that had happened right before leaving and you know me...I liked to pretend like nothing was wrong."

Rosie rolled her eyes, "Yeah you need a new method, Sheridan," Donna gave a laugh. "So, if you don't want to go into detail that's fine, but what ended up happening? It's just us honey."

Donna rubbed her belly, "Ok...you're right. Um, well in summary: Friday we got officially engaged, we packed up for Saturday, we signed some papers so we could get married in Greece, I woke up Sunday to his brother explaining he'd gone and that they needed to get me on the plane because they had no idea where Nick was...and I left," she shrugged.

Tanya shook her head in bewilderment, "What does Sam's brother have to do with any of this?" She asked cautiously. "Oh my God Donna did you?"

Donna slapped her friends arm, "NO! I did NOT sleep with Sean! Sean was the FBI agent on our case with Nick, he rushed me out of the house with my luggage saying for my safety I had to leave and that Sam changed his mind and didn't want to put the boys in danger, and that'd I'd be safe in Greece because Nick wasn't aloud a passport." She finished and inhaled a deep breath, attempting her best to approach the topic in a casual manner.

"You should've told us, babe." Rosie suggested, handing Tanya some tissues because they were all a mess by now.

"Well I've told you now. That's that. He made his choice. Since I have no legal rights to the boys and Sam and I aren't married I can't get in contact with him for some reason, I should've seen it coming, and to top it all off: I'm pregnant with his child AGAIN. Life goes on, mine did once I had Sophie, it will go on again. I'm not afraid. I can do this. I'm not scared: because I have my girls. They're my world, even before she's born," Donna said quietly with ice in her tone until she began talking about her daughters and looked down at her bump. "You better be a girl, we all need you to be. Because I can't handle another mini Sam, no ma'am. You already have two brothers like that," she joked. She looked at the Dynamo's faces and saw all the sorrow in their eyes. "Hey, what's done is done. I'm having another baby with the man I love even if he no longer loves me, and I've come to realize that's still a gift. So now you know, but there's nothing more to say." She concluded and perked up, folding the blanket and standing up.

"Alright then." Rosie said, knowing they'd gotten as much out of her as they would possibly get, and held Donna's hand as they went down the stairs to the kitchen. "How about I make dinner?" She suggested. Donna nodded eagerly.

They reached the kitchen and Rosie handed Tanya a glass of wine and Donna sparkling grape juice. "Oh my God, Sheridan?" Tanya asked and put her hand out to her best friend. Donna looked at her with wide eyes. "Did you say you got engaged?"

~October 8th, 1983~

Donna held the bag of to-go orders they got from a fancy restaurant they ate at on Monday night in her hand, as she held Dylan with her other arm, and Chris hugged her legs. She pressed the elevator button to Sam's floor. They'd been to visit him on work Tuesday and talked him into leaving early to go to Central Park, today was his last day before he was going to take a two week leave for Kalokairi, he'd work from there but he knew Donna had something for him there, and she needed to get prepared for the architect team.

"Does Daddy know we coming?" Chris asked from his position near the floor.

Donna shifted Dylan in her arms, "No, baby. It's a surprise!" Chris's face lightened up.

The elevator door opened and an older woman walked in, "SURPRISE!" Dylan yelled and held his arms up in the air.

The woman giggled and pressed her floor number as Donna shook her head and kissed his little head, "It's not her surprise, baby," she giggled.

"Oh...Daddy's surprise," Dylan realized. "I want down now, please?" Donna set him gently on the ground only to be met with Chris's arms raised out to her.

"Up?" Chris asked with his green, puppy dog eyes. Donna rolled her eyes and gave an exaperated sigh before scooping him up, much to the toddler's delight.

"You're lucky I love you more than my own life you know that?" She winked at the little boy who kissed her cheek.

Chris turned to the older lady in the elevator with them who had watch the scene before her, "This is my mommy," he stated proudly, "and she is the most beautifulest ever." He crossed his arms and gave a firm nod to make his point as Dylan agreed with him.

The older woman laughed, "Is your mommy a princess?" She whispered to Dylan.

Dylan looked up at Donna and then back to the old lady before whispering back, "I think so. Don't tell her I know!"

Donna gave a laugh, "I'm sorry, they instantly fall in love with everyone they meet," she apologized.

The woman gave a chuckle, "Don't be, they're beautiful. They have your gorgeous eyes I can see. This will be a problem come 15 years from now," she warned Donna.

Donna nodded, "Oh ho they have mommy wrapped around their finger, I'm terrified to see what they'll do to the girls once they're old enough." The elevator opened to Sam's floor and they got out. "Have a good day!" Donna said and the woman gave a warm smile and nod in return.

Donna opened the door to Sam's business and approached his office. Donna checked to make sure he wasn't on a call before opening the door.

"Surprise!" Dylan yelled and ran to his father. Sam looked up from his computer as Donna set Chris down to go and greet his father.

Sam burst into a huge smile, "What's all this?" He sat a twin on each knee and kissed their heads.

"Mommy thought we should come say hello and eat lunch with you!" Chris chirped in.

"That is if you don't already have plans..." Donna added, knowing her husband was busy at work today.

Sam got up and grabbed Donna by the waist, "I'm always free for you, my dear." He brushed his lips against her's and tightened his grip around her waist.

Donna pulled away, "I think dessert will have to wait until tonight," she winked and set the bag on the table. She noticed a new picture on his desk of the four of them from Central Park. She picked it up, "You got this framed?" She asked sincerely.

He handed the boys their to-go boxes before nodding, "Why wouldn't I want pictures of my gorgeous family to remind me who I get to come home to?"

"Sweetalker," she muttered and kissed his cheek before handing him his box.

Sam sat back down in his chair and pulled her into his lap," I've been getting called that alot recently by you, yet I don't see the negative impact, considering the only impact it's had on me has been physi-"

"Samuel!" Donna swatted the back of his head as he started to laugh. "Children are present," she reminded him and opened her box of food. Sam saw she got cheese fries and began to pout, she rolled her eyes and fed him a bite. "Poor baby...better?" She asked saracastically.

He smiled and fed her a piece of his spaghetti, "Much."

After eating, Donna gathered all the empty boxes and threw them away. "Okay boys, time to let Daddy work. We'll see you tonight," she kissed his cheek and headed out the door.

Sam grabbed her hand and pulled her into his arms, "No no no, you and I will see the boys later tonight because we are going out," he winked and turned off his computer, grabbing his coat in the process.

"Wha? Uh...and who is going to watch the boys?" She crossed her arms, trying to see through Sam's plan.

At that moment Sam's younger brother waltzed into the office. "Uncle Sean!" The twins squealed and ran towards him. You've got to be kidding me.

"Sean? You're going to watch my children?" Donna asked dryly with her hands on her hips. Sean nodded plainly before scooping up his nephews. Donna walked slowly towards him with a pointed finger, "Do not take them to your work. Do not teach them how to use knives early. Do not teach them how to use guns early. Do not take them for a joy ride in the emergency vehicle in your garage. Do not teach them how to 'safely' play with fire. Do not even jaywalk when you have my children," Donna warned, getting up in his face to make her point.

Sean scratched his head, "Gee, Donna...it's like you don't trust me or something. Come on! I'm an FBI agent who has been protecting both of your asses for the last two weeks!" Sean defended motioning to Sam and Donna.

"Asses!" The twins said in unison.

"Great. First your father, now your uncle. You two have no hope," Donna muttered and pinched the bridge of her nose.

Sam put an arm around her reassuringly, "Boys! No! Naughty word." He ordered as both his sons looked down the floor.

"Shi-...Crap, sorry. Donna, I'm one of the highest division in the country for criminal investigation. I think I can watch my nephews safely," Sean defended his case. He was three years younger than Sam and had the same basic features. He was y'all, dark, and handsome like his younger brother but was a little shorter and less broad, nevertheless in terrific shape. Where Sam was 6'2 Sean was 6'0, but an evident heart throb with the ladies.

"Yet on Wednesday you thought it would be 'fun' to take the boys with you so they could witness a drug Lord being handcuffed..." Donna spat, proving her point.

Sean nodded, "You need to start them young!"

"They still need a step stool to reach the toilet, Sean! You think you're capable? Hurt my sons and I'll will show you capable. Got it?" She backed away as Sam put his hands on her shoulders.

"Sean just be careful with them, please. That's all she's trying to say," Sam attempted to translate.

"No it's not," she denied. She gave Sean an icy glare that sent shivers down his spine.

"Ok ok...no educational outings." He sighed and shifted the boys in his arms. "I'll take them to your place and we'll order pizza. Ok?"

Donna gave a stiff nod before she kissed her boys goodbye and kicked them out.

Sam snaked his arms around her waist, "My my...I have you all to myself," he began to kiss her but noticed she wasn't responsive. "Donna, what is it?"

She narrowed her eyes at him and pursed her lips, "Only the minor problem that the world's most immature and ignorant FBI agent is running around Manhattan with my sons!" Sam sat down and pulled her with him, so that she was on his lap, and began to rub her tense shoulders.

"Darling, Sean would never put the boys in harm's way, he's also terrified of you." He kissed the thin material of her shirt that was separating him from her sunkissed, bare skin.

"Good." She muttered before giving a moan when Sam had hit a sensitive spot in her shoulders. He began to knead the tense muscles which caused Donna to arch her back.

He smirked and kissed her neck," I planned a whole romantic evening that I don't plan to go to waste. Loosen up, darling."

Donna skipped along the sidewalk of Central Park with a shopping bag in her hand. After their lovely secluded dinner, they'd seen a clothing store and hopped in, only to find maternity dungarees. Sam spotted them first and bought them without a hitch telling Donna, 'for their next little one', that they'd be raising 'together'.

"I think those dungarees will look absolutely stunning when you're once again carrying our baby," Sam whispered to her from behind, before leading her down a path to one of the gardens. "Then again, you look stunning in anything."

She blushed at his comment as she noticed all the beautiful flowers that they passed. "You're biased...Sam? Where are we going?"

He turned around to wink at her before quickening his pace. They soon reached a small pond which the moonlight hit just perfectly and Sam turned Donna around so she was facing him, in his arms. "Do you know why I bought you those dungarees?" He asked seriously.

Donna's face went a little pale at the severity of his voice before giving a small shrug. He smiled and gave her a light kiss.

"I bought you those maternity dungarees because hopefully, one day, we'll have another baby. Just like hopefully, very soon, we'll finally be legally married," He knelt down on one knee in front of her at exactly 9:35 pm. When he did so, the pond began to shoot water out of it with lights reflecting different colors, he'd planned all of this down to the second.

Donna gave a small cry as he pulled a small box out of his back pocket and held it in his hand. "Donnatella Renee Sheridan...it's only the rest of your life," he said with a nervous laugh as he saw the tears in his love's eyes roll down her cheeks. "Say I do, Donna. Please..." He begged as his throat closed up due to his emotions.

She gave a nervous laugh before dropping to her knees and wrapping her arms around his neck. "I do, I do, I do, I do, I do, Carmichael. Always..." His mouth was on top of hers before she could finish her sentence. They were one step closer to becoming officially married. They were officially engaged.

~Present (May 2000)~

Sam was certain his heart stopped beating and the only thing keeping him alive right now was his wife's eyes and how they hadn't left his. Her eyes were red and puffy and her breathing was ragged after waking up from the nightmare and there was a look of fear in her eyes. Fear of what? That he'd leave her? Never. But, those weren't the only questions running through Sam's mind. He pressed his lips together and shut his eyes, praying the tears wouldn't escape. He squeezed his wife's hands, "Pregnant? After New York?" He opened his eyes and brought one hand up to his mouth as the other went to cup her cheek.

Donna took a shaky breath and kissed his hand that caressed her face. "Um, yes?" She began to cry and Sam immediately pulled her into his arms, holding a death grip on her. He layed back on their bed, to where she was on top of him and she burried her head in his chest as her sobs got louder. "I'm s-s-sorry," she choked out loudly.

Sam let his own tears fall as he began to battle his own demons. He kissed her head and began to rub her back. "Sorry for what, baby? It's not your fa-" he began to defend her but was interupted as she began crying again.

"She was here, Sam. She was here with me, and then she was gone...I'm so s-sorry," she broke down and now held onto him as well. "If you want to leave, I should've told you sooner...I unders-"

He pulled her out of his embrace to face him and shook his head in bewilderment. "I meant what I said, Carmichael. You're my wife now. Which means your demons are my demons, especially right now. No amount of pain, hate, or torture could keep me away from you, that's a promise. One I won't break because after loosing you twice, I'm putting my foot down. Nothing...NOTHING. Can break us, do you understand me, darling?"

She wiped her eyes and nodded before hugging him close, "And you're my husband now. Which means since this is your burden now, it's going to be mine to help you through as you help me, because I can't loose you, again." He pulled her head out of the crease of his neck and kissed her with such heartbreak the world could've shattered at the sight.

He'd done it again. He'd left her alone and pregnant for the third time. Did she say 'she'? Where was 'she'? Gone? They were Carmichael Party of Four now Five because of Soph-...no, wait...Six? Sam had one question above all else due to his concern and devotion to his wife: what had she gone through and what hell had resulted?