Hunter

My dear Husband,

3/30/12 March

                Hunter… Yesterday was stunning. When dad walked me down the aisle, I swear he was beaming with pride. I think he’s ecstatic to have you as a son-in-law. Hell, Dean was pretty happy. He told me in the dressing room, “I only want my little sister to be happy. When you’re with Hunter, you ARE happy. I’m proud of you, baby sister…I know Justin would be too”

                Oh Paul… I love your smile. I love your laugh and your voice. I love everything about you. I love your brown eyes; I love how you tell it like it is. I love seeing you wrestling, watching you. After my experience with Dave, I just wanted to be married to Mark. But the more time you and I spend together, the more I fell in love with you.

                When Cena stood yesterday, I felt my heart beat. I love Cena. I’ve fallen in love with all my mates. Deeply, madly in love. But I know that I can’t marry you all. I was surprised when you proposed. Hell, I twalked with Nova last night and told him. He looked at me and said, “It’s about damn time, my little kitten. Shenron and I had a wager going. Paul is a good husband and mate for you. He’ll take care of you. We, your grandfathers, approve of Hunter. He captured your heart and holds it dear to him.”

                Paul. Not just ANYBODY gets Nova and Shenron’s blessing. Hell, not even Mark. But he said that if you even make me cry once (They said child birth doesn’t count), he’ll end you. Literally.

                You make me laugh, you make me feel good. You make me feel safe and loved. I love the way you surprise me and do little things for me.

For as long as we are married, I will always you.

Sam

Shy-Bug

My dearest daughter,

From the moment I held you in my arms, I knew that you would be the perfect little angel. From your big, blue eyes from your natural brown hair and caramel skin, even down to the perfect little grin you gave me. I knew that you'd be perfect. Your father and I did try and make it work, Shy-bug. We did. We tried for you. But in the end, it didn't work. I hope that you don't hate me. I love you, Shy. You're my daughter. I tried to protect you from the world, but letting you explore and find your own wings.
When you told me you were pregnant with Darlene, I was surprised, but I wasn't angry. You were scared and needed my help. You gave birth to a beautiful daughter, Shy, never forget that. She keeps growing everyday. I will always love you, my darling.
Seeing you lying in that hospital bed...It reminds me how fragile you are. How easily that you could be taken away from me. Please, Shy... Wake up and give me that perfect little smile of yours... I miss you, my darling.
Your father...He sits by your bed and stays with you, sometime's talking, sometimes reading and telling you stories. He loves you, Shy... but he understands that you don't love him back. He cares for you, my darling. Wake up soon, my little Shy-bug.

Love,
Mom

Baby

Sam,

    I'm glad we've both opened up to each other, and that I have you as my wife and my mate. And I most definitely plan on telling you a helluva lot more often than I have in the past, because you deserve to hear it more often. And yes, you're worth loving, baby.

    I never cared about the age difference. As long as I love you, I'm not going to. As for what my generation says about yours... They can go fuck themselves. They don't know you like I do. They definitely don't love you like I do. And you know what? If they tried, they still wouldn't get you completely. I don't all the time, but I love you anyway. What you've been through only made you stronger, and you know what? The fact you made it through that shit is part of why I love you so damn much.

    Yes, we're gonna fight, but that'll never stop me loving you, nor will your funks, or you trying to push me away. Will I keep fighting to keep you close? You bet your sexy lil ass I will. I'll do everything it takes to keep you. Hell, I'd even wear a giant pink tutu into the ring if you asked me to.

    As for our parents... They may never like who we married, but what matters is that we have each other, that we love each other fully and wholeheartedly. They may yet accept that we love each other, but til that happens, they can kiss our asses.

    Never forget that I love you, baby. Forever and for always.

Love,

Mark

Mark

Mark,

I wish that I could tell you how grateful I am that I have you. I'm happy that you've opened up to me-- even though you're actions are louder than your words. Sometimes, that's not enough. Sometimes, I need to hear you say it. When you have me looks, I know that you care and love me.
Do I care about the age gap? No, I don't. Sure, people come up to me and ask me, but I tell them to fuck off. I see older women with younger men and older men with younger woman. Sure, their's one hell of a generation gap. When you say something, I don't understand because you phrase it different and vice versa. We adapt.
Yes, you're older, but it just means that you have more experience. Me? You're generation calls us "Young, dumb, and stupid". But I know what I know-- I've been through hell more than once. Sometimes, I forget thta people have feelings and I speak my mind and say fuck everybody else. Fuck the consequences. I see something I want and I go for it. Which is probably why I have so many mates. I see something forbidden and I gotta have it.
Yes, we're going to argue. Yes, we're going to have fights and disagreements. You're my husband and I'm your wife. I love you whole-heartily and do I have regrets? Fuck no. Yes, I'll go into depression and tell you to fuck off and die. I close myself off from you and push (Well, try) you away. What I really want is for you to hold me in your arms, your hand in my hair as you whisper in my ear. What I want is for you to tell me you love me and how much I mean to you.
I wish that our parents would get along. I wish my dad doesn't hate you. Hell, he LOVES Hunter. Not just because he's a lion were, but he always tells me I should have been Sam Levesque instead of Sam Calaway. I tell him that I love you. I wish your parents would like me-- your brothers do. Hell, Hunt's, Cena's, Randy's and Jeff's family absolutely ADORE me.
I love you baby. Never forget that.

Love,
Sam

Drew

Drew,
  I know we don't really spend that much time together, but I want you to know I do love you, no questions asked. And I don't mind that you and Toby have history and are still friends, or that you and Dave have a bond, 'cause y'know what? That just makes this oddball lil family work sooo much smoother.

Love,
Kat

Sam

Shawty,

 I knew when I first saw you just how special you could be to us, to Randy, and to me, even as a friend. Just how special, I didn't realize til Randy and I spilt up, and you had Aleu. Then I realized that I loved you. But you had Mark, and seemed more than happy with him, and Cherry and I came together. Yes, we were happy as far as that went, but we both realized that you and I were meant to be together. When Chriss came back... It still hurt letting her go, but he's who she belongs with, not me.

 I love how you light up a room with your smile, your laugh, hell, even the odd raunchy joke. I love everything about you. I love just hanging out with you, talking, playing games, watching movies, just doing whatever. As long as I'm with  you, I don't care.

 I'm glad you wrote the letter-thingy, Shawty. ANd I hope you write more.

Love you,
ChainGang

Cena

My Dearest John,

                From the moment our eyes met, I knew that we would become the best of friends. I knew that we would mesh and laugh and be great together. I always thought of you as a friend until the day I fell in love with you all those years ago. Back when you were with Randy. I wanted to make you mine so bad, but I didn’t wanna jeopardize what we had as friends.

                I love everything about you—your rapping skills, you’re funny as hell, you’re sweet, nice, kind, considerate, well hell, I can’t think of words. When I got pregnant with Aleu, my love for you only intensified. I remember all the ribs we’d pull when I’d travel with you for WWE.

                What turns me on about you is when you did Thuganomics. Chain Gang. Your attitude. It stirred something inside me and it made me hot for you. What I didn’t know at the time was that our love for each other would make our friendship deeper. I didn’t know that you loved me back like I loved you. Back then, I thought you were just having sex with me because I couldn’t have Mark at the time. When you got together with Cherry, it broke my heart that I pushed you away. That I hurt you that bad.

                I thought that I’d write you this…letter thing or what have you because I know that we don’t spend time together as often as we should and I miss you a lot, John. I miss our movie nights, our video game nights. The nights we would stay up late and order Chinese or pizza—or hell, both. The nights were we’d rap together in front of your fans. I miss your company.

Love,

Sam. 

Sam

I guess we have been. Perhaps too content. We do need to get back to why we fell for each other, I guess...

Love you,
Mark

Mark

Ever since we got our bond back, we've both been happier and more content than ever, I guess.

I guess... I don't really know...what else to say.

...Sam...

Toby

Have I told you lately how glad I am that I have you in my life as a friend, Zen and a mate? No? Well, I am.

I know I'm not always uber fun or energetic or that kinda shit... Hell, I can be a reall downer sometimes.... But shit, you've already seen that and pulled me through it by just being you. I really don't know how you manage to do it or stand to see me bawling my eyes out like some kind of wimp, but I'm grateful you do. I wouldn't trade what we have for anything.

And you know what? I'm glad you already have history with Drew, strange as it seems. At lease you two didn't have the whole who's more dominate/who can keep Kit closer stuff going on.

Aza... Still seems to be feeling you out. But you're definitely gaining points in your favor for pulling me out of the emo shit I get into over the bond with Dave. So, there's hope there.

Anyway, I love you, baby.
Kat

Dave

I know I'm not always the best mate... And I'm certainly not the most attractive even with makeup on... But I know I love you. I always have, and I always will. I may get annoyed as fuck with you, pissed off, and emo as hell, but my love isn't going to stop. I certainly didn't when Drew's bond with the both of us started, or when Aza and Toby came and bonded. And I hope to god our bond won't die...

That's what scares me, losing our bond. I know I take it for granted sometimes, and occasionally bitch about it, but in the long run... I wouldn't want it gone, so it fading on us now has me freaking out... Especially after last night with Toby...

Anyway, I know this doesn't make much sense, but I had to get it out of my system.

Love you,
Kat

Mark

Mark,

I just want you to know that what you had to do to me was to get our bond back. I know that you would never rape me. What I said to get you pissed off, isn't true at all. I love you, baby. My bed got cold without you in it. My back got cold at night. I missed waking up to your face. I missed having your facial hair brushing my face when we kiss. I missed how you would raise your eyebrow at me when I do something goofy or how you would just look at me and shake your head. I know that you love me back.

Love,
Sam

Bonds

I had an enjoyable morning. ;)

I'm not going to go all mushy and say whatever... What can I say? Mark snuck up on me at one this morning and we didn't get to bed until nine this morning.

As you all know, our bond isn't working or doing it's normal thing. I think I know why. Maybe the bond wants to see if me and Mark and co-exist without it for awhile. It usually comes back after me and Mark have a good, long, fuck.

The bonds...are fickle things to deal with. They have a mind of their own and it seems for me and Mark, it's not going to come back for awhile. Last night... I was...content.
I found love within my lover's arms. He made me feel happy and loved last night. Over and over again. I'm not going to lie when I say that.

Mark,

Even though we don't have our bond and (our marriage?), I'll always love you. Now, stop blasting Kat and feeding me the same lines over and over. I'm trying to work on the bonds, but I can't if you're being a douche.

Love,
Sam.

Story idea.

How about we do a 600 word pack related story with the following first line:

She closed the book, placed it on the table, and finally, decided to walk through the door.

Whatcha think?

Sam,

Hey, it happens. Didn't help last night that I had Jeffro blasting the hell out of my sheilds, though. Along with Toby getting pissed off at him about that... Damn Okie. Oh well. He means well, and he kept me sane last night. Well, saneish if you ask him. Anyway, it's all good.

Kat

Kat

It's alright. I'm not mad at you or anything. I was just in pain from my face, my tooth, my back, my stomach, my drugs, my pills, whatever. I have a lot going on... Like I said to Joanie, Mark and I made this plan and everybody knew. I'm sorry that I didn't inform you, I wasn't being a good friend. I hope that you'll forgive me. I blame the time change.
Now that my pain is some-what manageable, I can start thinking rationally again. :)

You know I don't do chick flick moments or drama or any of that kind of shit, but for now, I'll let it slide ;D

~Sam

I'm sorry.

Sam,
I'm sorry for not being a better friend to you... For not listening and not  staying up all damn night. I know I suck ass. I'm not asking for forgiveness or anything...

Kat