Aza, Dave, Drew and Toby

Guys,
       I know I'm probably  not the easiest person to love, but I love that you do anyway. I love the surprises, and how you'll do anything to get me to laugh, and make me happy, even if it's just a simple cuddle. Yes, y'all make me cry sometimes, and yes we fight like hell sometimes, but I forgive you anyway. Why? I love you all too much not to. You're my heart, my soul... Hell, you're my shields when my regular ones get shredded like they did with Jaz. Y'all are my everything.

       Would I trade any of what we have for a chance to have just one mate? Hell. No. You're mine, damnit. We've worked too hard to achieve the balance we have to let it go. I know I come off as selfish at times, but I honestly cherish each of you.

       Dave, you were the first I truly trusted with my heart. I know I don't tell you often enough, or show you, but I love you to pieces. I don't regret a single thing that's happened with us.

       Drew, you will always be my loverboy, my friend, and you always find a way to comfort me when I need it, even when I push you away.

       Aza... I love how fierce you are when you're protecting those you care about, how gentle you are when you want to be, especially with the kids in the pack... And I love you for being you. I don't care if you look like a demon, you're still my sexy Russian.

       Toby. God, where should I start with you, baby? You're my rock, my Zen, my best friend. You manage to make me laugh so easily... God knows you've seen me giggling my ass off to Red Solo Cup often enough to know that... You manage to make me feel comfortable in my own skin. You pull me out of my funks so easily, it kinda surprises me still. And your voice... I love how easily even hearing you sing on the radio or my lil mp3 player will cheer me up, soothe the rough edges so easily.
      
       I wouldn't change a thing about us.

Love you guys,
Kat

Kat

Every once in awhile, Sam will be in a "I'm-in-a-romantic-mood-I-guess-so-I'll-write-letters-and-then-possibly-delete-them-afterwards" mood. She only gets these moods every few weeks. Buuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuut... Seeing as how she's on her PMS-- (*(Sam) Oi!! NO NEED TO SHARE!*) -- Anyway...

So Jaz fucked up the shields. They'll come back. They always do. The point is, we love you. Nothing will ever change that. I know that we don't say it often enough and we don't have too. It's in what we do. The little things. The surprises. We may be assclowns half the time, but we still love you.

We're going to piss you off. We're going to make you cry. We're going to make you laugh. We're going to make you happy. We do it because we love you. When we piss you off or make you cry, we feel like shit afterwards. Our bond isn't going anywhere. Sure, we may have our problems... But it doesn't mean we won't stop loving you-- It'll make us love you more.

We love surprising you. To see your reactions at what we do... It's all worth it.

No matter what, we won't stop loving you.
Never.

Love,
Toby, Drew, Dave, and Aza

Sam

Sam,
       Are we sad that we lost Jaz? A little, but after the way she treated you, called you a slut... No. We aren't. If that makes us heartless, then so be it. Do we hate you for it? No. She would have wound up hurting us all if given a chance.

       We love you, and we always will, come what may.

Love,
Centon

Centon

Are you sad that you lost your daughter? Do you hate me for it? I know that you both loved her very much-- considering she was the product of your love... 

I can't help but feel that you hate me for what happened...Or at least... Blame me... Maybe if I hadn't have come into your lives in the first place...

I guess that's all...

From, 

Sam. 

Kat

Kat,

We all know that you get depressed and emo sometimes, but even though you try and push us away, we're not going anywhere. Stop questioning our love for you because every time you do, it only gets stronger. Sure, we may not always say "I love you" to you all the time, but it's like they say, "Actions are stronger than words".

You know that we love you. It's what's on the inside that counts. You're a caring and nice person, Kat. Don't question it. Sure, we have our rough patches, but it only strengthens our bond.

I know this isn't as long as it should be, but I can't come up with enough words to describe how much I love you.

Love,
Toby, Dave, Aza, and Drew

SamSam

Gorgeous,
       I'm not that surprised you love my voice. I've noticed how quickly it calms you when you're upset over something, how it excites you, soothes you... I know you love it, baby. And I honestly don't blame you for hating me when we first met. You didn't really know me except for what you'd seen on TV... I'd've hated me too.
       I love you too, gorgeous!

Love,
Randy

Randy!

My darling Apex Predator,

God. how I have such a kink for your voice. how can I not? it's all deep and sexy. Just like you! You know I don't love you solely on your looks. I love you because you keep me centered. You keep me happy.

At first... I hated you. I didn't want anything to do with you. Probably because I was going off of your persona that I saw on TV. But once I saw you interact outside the WWE a little at a time, I started to like you--Eventually love you. You fathered my first child when I was just 19 years old.

I don't hate you anymore... Obviously. Haha. I don't really have much to say tonight...

But I love you!

~Sam

HAPPY BIRTHDAY, CENA!

Happy belated birthday, John! :)
I can't believe I forgot...
But I love you always and forever

Love, Sam

Sam

Sam,

       They are goin' faster. Almost too fast if you ask me. And so's any time we get to spend together, but I have a feelin' we'll survive and come out stronger for it. We usually do.

       Those moments we have during the week... I treasure them. They're what get me through the day when I have to watch you interacting with the rest of the world. They're our little stolen moments of peace, of serenity. Our moments of quiet and of love. When anyone asks how I cope with the workload and stress, I tell them that I look forward to coming home to you. That I hold dear our time together and know you're there gets me through the tours, the matches, travelling from town to town, slowly killing my body for a sport I love. In the end, it's all worth it, 'cause I come home to you, get to see you smile, hear your laugh in person instead of on the phone, hold you in my arms again.

       And the days I'm home with you... I love just holding you, waking up next to you, and waking you up any way I can, just to have the time with you. Though... I'm not particularly proud of pushing you out of bed.

       I love how you love taking care of your flowers. Love watching water them, talk to them... How excited you are about them. And I love how excited you are for it to finally be spring! I love how happy you are when there's a thunderstorm booming and flashing away outside and you're all snuggled into me.

       And I love our chickflick moments, as few as they are. They truly mean a lot to me. Quite possibly more than you know.

Love always and forever,

Mark

Mark I

Mark,

Is it me, or is the days going by faster? The weekends go by way to fast, meaning less time I get to spend with you. During the week, I'm so busy and tired and stressed... I know that when I wake up in the morning and I see your face, I can't help the smile that crosses my face. Or the moments where my alarm on my phone would wake you up first and you'd have to turn it off and wake me up. Whether it be to literally shove me out of bed or to wake me up with a round of lovin'... As long as I get those early morning moments with you, I know that somehow... I'll make it through the day. 

We both know that I'm not a "Chick-Flick" type of girl... But I'll allow a few when it's just you and me. Or how I'll be sitting at my desk working on my homework and you'd lift me up and settle me on your lap, just so I'd have a more comfortable spot to work. Or the moments where you'd be shifted into your wolf and I'd use you as my pillow, just so I could catch a few hours sleep. 

I know I don't say it enough... But those little moments... They make me happy... They make me smile... They make me laugh. The little surprises you do to make my day... To make me feel loved... I know that sometime's I'll get depressed and want to die... But the moment you take me into your strong, protective arms... I'm already feeling better (even though I won't admit it...Even though I guess I just did now). 

I'm not the easiest person in the world to live with or to be around sometimes... Hell, I'd just rather hide out in my room rather than go out and talk with people. But you drag me out of those moments... You make me go out and socialize, even though I bitch, moan, and complain all the while. 

I guess now that we're transitioning into Spring/Summer, sunny days are approaching us now. Meaning I won't be as pale... I'll get a tan (or sunburn) from just being outside and planting my flowers.

Speaking of flowers... THEY LIVE!!! *giggles*. They're blooming so nicely... I'm proud of myself. I have... 6 different flowers I'm taking care of now? They're all blooming and happily doing so. I'll be sitting on the front porch and be transferring my new plants that I got. I love my flowers. I water them every morning before I go to school and I check on them at night and plunk the dead ones away, making room for new growth. 

Ah, Spring. The season that makes me more...Happy, I guess. The sun is out... The season for thunderstorms. I love thunderstorms... They make me so happy. The time where I can have my window's open and listen to the booming thunder. I love it.

I love watching you with our kids... I love watching you beat on the students. I love watching you with the bikes. How...content you are when you're either fixing or shining them up. 

I guess I'll stop blabbering on and on. :)

Love,
Sam

Randy, Cena, and Hunter

Randy,

When I first met you, I didn’t like you. Not one damn bit. Not because you were bi. Maybe it was your on screen persona, I don’t know. But I knew that you and Cena were in a relationship. When I first came to the house, I wanted Mark. But he wasn’t cooperating. So I went to Centon (Cena and Orton combined). We were in a “relationship” and you fathered my first child. His name is Gabriel James Orton. But everybody calls him Gabe. (Well, as far as you know…it was more like fuck-buddies). But as time went on, You and Cena grew apart and I started to fall in love with you. But by then, Mark and I had gotten married and I put my feelings for you aside. Same with Cena; but one night... I was back at the ranch and it was empty (Which is really rare because SOMEBODY is always at the house), or so I thought.

I remember walking upstairs and passing your bedroom when I heard you moaning my name loudly. I opened the door and found you jacking off on your bed, eyes closed, naked, sheets drenched with his orgasms, a sheet of sweat covered your golden, sexy body, your voice a guttural growl. I was instantly turned on. You looked at me, never stopping. LilRandy stood erect in your moving fist, purple and throbbing. Part of this was my fault…Ah hell…It’s completely my fault. So I shut and locked the door and walked over to your bed.

“How long has this been going on?” I asked

“Awhile” Was your short reply

I stripped naked and slapped your hand away. With that done, I lowered myself and we went until the afternoon of the following day. I wanted all my pent up sexual feelings for you gone. But did they ever go away? Fuck no. They just came back stronger than ever. It was then I knew that you and I had a mate bond. I didn’t like it at first because I was married to Mark. I only wanted Mark. Nobody else.

Now? In the present? I have Randy, Cena, Jeff, Janos, Hunter (Who’s also my OTHER husband), Mark (My FIRST husband and the love of my life), Taker and Kane (Occasionally… More like fuck buddies).

I’m happy with you. Truly. You make me laugh. You make me feel…protected.

Hunter,

                Oh Hunter. What is there to say about you? You make me laugh. You bring out the playful side in me. Maybe it’s your charming, dazzling smile that makes my heart melt. Maybe it’s your voice, which you damn well know I have a kink for. Maybe it’s your grin. Maybe it’s your antics from DX. I love how you make me smile. I love how you make me scream out in pleasure.

                I was perfectly fine with us being mates, but I knew our relationship would go way beyond mates. We kept spending more and more time together, you started sleeping in mine and Mark’s bed… I knew what was coming and to be honest… I was happy it happened. We got married. I love you with all my heart… It’s hard to stay mad at you when you flash me your grin. God damn you, Paul.

Cena,

                Dear God. Your energy is contagious and you definitely bring out the playful side in me.  Your dazzling grin and the twinkle in your eyes… It makes me swoon. It does. And I love it. From your antics as the “Doctor of Thuganomics” even to the “Fruity Pebble” stage. I love it all. I love when you rap. I love how your voice gets all gangster. I wish you would go back to being the Doc of Thuganomics, only because you those baggy jerseys. Which, by the way, I LOVE to steal. *grins*

                Even though we don’t spend a lot of time together, I love you, John. With all my heart. You make me laugh. A lot. It’s nice to laugh after spending so much time in the dark. Some days, I can’t wipe the smile off my face… No matter how hard I try. When you’re not around me, I feel lonely. But I watch your antics on TV and I can only shake my head and go, “Oh John…”.

                You’re passionate about helping people. You’re passionate about our troops. I remember back when I was in the service (I know…Which time… *laughs*) and y’all came over, the look on your face and eyes nearly had me tearing up. From Make-A-Wish foundation to literally giving somebody the shirt off your back… You have such a big heart, John. Maybe that’s what drew you to me.  Your ability to help people; to make people feel good about themselves;

                You fathered my second child. Our little Aleu Marie… Or “Lulu” as she loves to be called by friends and family; I think I was 19 I had her. She was born in Dutch Harbor, Alaska during a bitch snow storm. When she opened her little eyes for the first time, she had your eyes. Your darling blue eyes.

               

Back then, I still had a drug problem. I smoked way to much weed… I still shot up from Cocaine to whatever I could get my hands on. But I stayed clean when I breast fed. Always; am I sorry for my drug use? Not one damn bit. Do I regret anything? Fuck. No.

                I stopped shooting up. I stopped snorting. I stopped mainlining “hard core” drugs. I still smoke weed. I still smoke cigarettes. I still drink alcohol. I still go out and party. My life is hectic trying to balance out book tours, interviews, music tours, MMA tours and whatever else I have going on in my life. But despite all the chaos…I’m content. I’m not stressed out when I have to do all those things because those are things I love doing.

               

My sexy angel

Sam
       I forgive you. I love you way too much to do anything else.
       I love how you get engrossed in watching me teach and beat on the students to pound some work ethic into their heads. I  love watching your MMA matches, how easily you kick ass. And I love when you come on the road with me for the 'E.
       I love how you cuddle into me at night. I love watching you when I wake up in the middle of the night and you're sleeping with your head on my chest, over my heart.
       I will always love you, bad day or good day. When I say forever and always, I mean it.

I love you, baby.
Mark

Bad Boy

Mark,

I'm not used to saying sorry. But I think I need to apologize for my behavior for last night.
How you put up with me, I don't know, but I'm happy you do.
I love you, baby. I know that you love me. I love when you surprise me at the most unexpected times. Like the roses last night, breakfast in bed... I love those... The little things.
I love when you give me loving looks while we're in public. The ones that nobody else notices. The smirks and grins you give me also. You know I love it when you smirk or growl.
I love watching you teach at the school. Love watching you beat the students. You're so sexy, hot stuff. I love it when you dress in your leather vest and blue jeans and that bandanna. Or when you're wearing your leather pants.
The hope is always going to be there. The love isn't going away. Even though I have the others, you'll always have my heart completely. Always.

Love,
Sam.

Sam

You're a bright, smart, funny and absolutely gorgeous woman.
You're the only one I love, heart, soul and mind.
You're the one I love to wake up next to each and every day.
You're my heart, my soul, my sunshine.

I love you. Never doubt that for a moment, darlin'. We may fight, we may argue, hell, even get into a knock down, drag out fight, but that only strengthens what we have.

I won't ever leave you.

I love you, darlin'. Don't ever forget that.

Love you always and forever,
Mark

Mark

We go through the motions like a well oiled machine.
Do we all conform to society with a snap of their fingers?
Who are we to judge on what people do?

They always said love was hell
I guess I never believed them
Until I met you

You play me like a puppet
We love each other
But fight the next

Our peace never lasts long
Before I start up the drama
All over again

How you could stay with me
I'll never know
But you shouldn't

You should walk away
Hell, you should run away
Far and far away

What's my reasoning for being here in this fucked up world?
Why was I even born
If I have nothing to show from it?

Sometimes...
I wish my life was like an RP
No worries about petty shit

I hate hurting you
I know you'll say you'll forgive me
I don't want you too

I want you to scream at me
I want you to shove me
I want you to hate me

I need you to love me
I need you to hold me
I need you to hug me close

I want you to tell me I'm beautiful
I want you to tell me I'm smart
I want you to tell me I can do anything
I want you to tell me that I shine

I want you to love me
I want you to hate me
I want you shove me away
I want you to hold me close

You're probably asking yourself
"What's the point of this?"
I don't know

I know you love me in your own special way... Sometimes... I just need to hear you say it. When we're alone, you smile and laugh. You open up... I love when you do that.
Out in public... I love you then too.
I will always love you...

I know we have our ups and downs... More downs than ups...
This depression sucks.
This stress sucks
These fucking birth control pills are killing me (Not literally...)

I'm not like this...
This isn't me
I want off these pills

I want to me me
But...who exactly am I?

Love,
Sam

Darlin'

Sam,
       I'm so sorry I left you. I know it hurt you, ripped you to shreds, and I don't ever want to do that again. And Id expect nothing less than that from you, darlin'. Not after what we've built.
       You will always be my heart and soul, my life, my sunshine, my everything. Noone else will ever come close to the hold you have on my heart, I can swear to you. You own me in every way, baby. And I wouldn't have it any other way.
       I treasure all the times we've had to ourselves, be it on the road before a show, late at night in the hotel rooms, in the truck or on the bike, in the lockerroom. I love how you'd laugh at the antics backstage before or during the shows as the others released their nervousness, how you'd egg them on... Hell, how you'd join in occasionally. I love seeing you so happy, Sam.
       I treasure the trust, the love and the happiness we have together. I love having you snuggle into me at night as you fall asleep, how beautifull you look as you're sleeping. And I love waking up next to you. How you'll occasionally wake me up with a blowjob or by riding me...
       I love how you  don't give a fuck what others think about what you wear, even if it's the dead of winter and you're wearing shorts. I love that you really only care if it's comfortable and if I like how it looks on you. Personally, I'm happy if you're comfortable.
       I love how you scare others when you're all pissed off. Me? I just find it even hotter.
       I love when you pop into my lockerroom when I'm least expecting you just to say hi, or for some loving, or a nice dinner or just a night for ourselves. I treasrure those when I'm on the road without you.

Sam, I love you for everything you are, for how you love me. Don't ever forget that.

Love always and forever,
Mark

Mark

Mark,

                Let me just say this now: If you EVER die on me EVER again, I will bring you back to life so I can kill you. I sobbed my eyes out. I stayed in our bed wearing your clothes and hugging your pillow. Trying to keep your scent on me; your mate mark started faded… Nobody could bring me out of my depression. Nobody.

                I’ll always love you. You’re my heart, baby. My life; my soul; my very being; you’re so much a part of me now; I don’t want you to ever leave.

                Sure, I have the others, but you, baby… You’re the original. I saw you first. I loved you first. I married you first. I remember those times you’d take me on the road with you. All the fun we had… How I’d accompany you down to the ring during your matches… Sitting and watching as they set up the ring. How we laughed and joked around. How you’d act all tough, but the look in your eyes were clear.

                I remember travelling from city to city on your bike. The open road trips.. How we’d have to stop because I’d tease you all to hell. How we’d play pranks on each other. Everybody saw the effect I had on you back then.

                I remember giving birth to our first child. The look of pride you had. The look of love you wore. No matter how many fights or arguments we get into, at the end of the day, we always go to bed together.

                I love how warm your body is next to mine. How you keep me warm when I’m cold. How you love me for me. How we say, “Fuck You” to everybody who thinks our relationship is wrong. I love you. I don’t want your money. I don’t want your fame. I don’t love you because of how badly you fucked up your body by wrestling. I love you because I love you.

                I love waking up next to you every morning. I love looking into your hazel eyes. I love seeing the twinkle of mischief, the look of trouble. The look of love, lust, happiness… I love how you wear all leather. Leather pants, leather vest… Biker boots… Or your blue jeans with your blue sleeveless flannel. Or your dark black jeans with your black shirt.

                You have something about you that might intimidate everybody else, but me? It draws me in. Everybody respects you. I respect you. I love you. The reason we’re making this marriage work is because we have love, trust, and we can communicate. Whether it be through post-it notes, little messages on our bikes or your truck.

                I love how you would surprise me; having flowers delivered to me… Visiting me when I’m on tours… I love the little things you do for and to me.

I love you, Mark.

Always and Forever.

Love,

Sam

Mark

I guess you don't really know how much you love someone until they're gone. Is what the old saying goes, huh?  Mark had a heart attack. A severe one. He's still alive.

I've been listening to this song over and over again for the past few days.

I love Celine Dion. But dammit, this song makes me cry. This song is for you, baby. 

HAPPY BIRTHDAY, RANDY!

HAPPY 32ND BIRTHDAY, RANDY!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

I hope that you have a very good birthday! :D

Love,
Sam

Sam

My dearest Sam,
     Our wedding day... God, you were stunning as hell in that dress, all aglow with happiness and pride. And Seb was definitely beaming.
     And you wanna know something funny? Vince and Steph agree, you're the only one who makes me happy, and will ever make me happy. Steph doesn't resent that I married you. She just wished that we'd done it a helluva lot sooner than we did.
     I love seeing you happy, hearing you laugh and your beautiful blue eyes dance with joy... I love everything about you, and I'm not about to stop loving you. I'm sorry I didn't step in sooner after Dave, but I don't think we'd have been able to handle the scars you carried after that.
     When Cena stood up and objected, Mufasa was pissed as hell, but not all that surprised. He knows how much you love us, how much you mean to Cena. But he was surprised that he'd stand up at our wedding.
     And hearing that Nova and Shenron approve of us, of me marrying you... That surprised the hell out of me. Same with your dad. But it's a pleasant surprise, one I can live with, knowing they want us together. And I don't ever plan on making you cry, not because I'm scared of Nova and Shenron, but I don't like seeing you in the pain that would make you cry, not even for a second.

     I love you, lovermine. I love making you happy, loved, and safe.

 I'll love you til the end of the world, Sam
<3,
Paul