Finally Together

Chapter One

Disclaimer: I own nothing of MM, if I did, Donna would still be alive. Only thing I own are the characters created by me.

I got inspired to write this story by the song 'Bless The Broken Road' from Rascal Flatts, hence the title. I started writing this while on vacation.

Anyways, this first chapter might be a tidbit sad. I've gotten good reviews on FF Net, so I figured I'd post it here too. I know I have 3 MM stories, 1 NCIS story, and 1, A Court of Thorns and Roses story to update. I'll get to them soon. I've had a tidbit of trouble with writer's block. I know what I want to write, but not how to word it (if that made sense?).

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This is sort of AU at the beginning of this story because, Bill and Harry never happened as they did in the movie. They're still good friends with Donna, though.

For the sake of storytelling, Donna had Sophie when she and Sam were 17. Now Donna and Sam are 37.

If y'all don't know where Torch Lake is or why it's so awesome, Google, Torch Lake in Michigan. You'll love it.

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"Sky, now I know what I really want to do! I don't want to get married just yet, I want to wait a little bit longer. Let's just go, Sky. Let's just go travel and see the world. See what it has in store for us, and what it has to offer!"

After Sophie had decided that she did not want to get married to Sky just yet, the church had erupted into a chorus of loud chatters. No one had expected my daughter to get to the altar, only to say that she wanted to wait a little longer before getting married. I didn't expect her to change her mind, and was surprised when she did.

I was curious to why and where this decision came from all of a sudden.

As I walked toward Sophie to ask her why, I felt somebody tapping on my shoulder.

Turning around to see who was tapping my shoulder, my heart skipped a beat.

Sam. Sam was the one tapping me on my shoulder. When I turned around and looked at him, he was kneeling on one knee getting ready to propose.

"Donna..." he began, only to trail off when I let loose a loud and choked sob.

I pushed my way through the guests in the church, and I ran like a bat out of Hell from the place.

As the sad memories from 21 years ago, hit me out of nowhere like a freight train, the force of them made me break down and cry.

I felt the urge to run and to get away from the church and as far as I can from Sam.

So, I ran to the old goat house on the edge of the island. I climbed up the stair case and went onto the 2nd floor and tucked myself into a corner. I needed to be by myself so, no one else could see me, disheveled and crying my eyes out.

While I started to cry even more, I thought back to what had happened throughout the past two decades.

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We were dating for right around three months and then Sam left to head back to New York and get married to whoever this Lorraine chick was.

Right after he left, I had found out that I was expecting Sophie. I was expecting a child with the only guy I will ever love.

I had tried to call him and contact him, but got nowhere because the number was disconnected.

Then I called my mother and told her everything. She told me not to come back home. She didn't give me a reason at all. That didn't really bother me much, considering the fact that we never got along very well.

Sophie's first birthday came and went, as did the next 19 birthdays. All with out her father.

Every milestone had happened without her father.

Sophie questioned why he wasn't around. Why he missed her first steps, first day of school, parent-teacher conferences, transitioning from middle school to high school, and her graduation from high school.

I had no answer. How was I supposed to explain what happened between her dad, me and that Lorraine chick he ran back to?

I let my mind wander and wonder if she'd be mad and resent me which, only made me cry harder.

I was lost in thought, that I didn't hear the first floor, door of the goat house open. I didn't hear them walking up the stairs I only realized someone was in here until I heard the door to this floor opening and being shut softly.

Looking up from the corner I was sat in, I seen him. Even through the tears and mascara running down my face, I seen him.

"Oh Donna." Sam sighed.

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Sad and short chapter, I know. Trust me when I say it gets much happier after this one. I am using my experience with anxiety and depression to help write Donna's emotions and feelings from the ordeal that happened 21 years ago (if that made sense?).