Title: I Will Always Love You

Author: Juliette

Rating: Teen with Mature Themes

Disclaimer: I do not own anyone you see in this fiction. They are the property of WWE and to themselves. So please do not sue me. Because all you will get from me is student loans and a very fat black and white cat named Max, and two frisky and somewhat annoying kittens.

Summary: One-shot Series about Valentines day, the diva's and the superstars are celebrating the most romantic holidays in their own special ways.

Author's Note: This was suppose to be out yesterday but my DSL was down because of a wind storm. SO I had absolutely no AOL or Internet this weekend. It was crazy and painful.


Little Miracles

She always stays up on the small couch, waiting for me to come home. Either that or she fakes sleep in our bed, until I slide into the warm satin covers.

Tonight was one of her fake sleep nights. I had been on the road for at least three weeks and I hadn't been the best at calling her.

But when I lay down beside her, she immediately curled up beside me.

She has this innate ability to make everything alright.

She's stayed with me, through everything. My Ego trips, my leaving the company, my tour. She stayed with me even after I was a jackass to her. She stayed with me even when I told her that I didn't think I was ready for marriage. That it wouldn't look good for my new career to be tied down.

She never walked away.

And, I know, I've given her plenty of opportunities to run. But, she hasn't. She'll never fully understand how thankful I am she hasn't.

When she first told me that she believed we were a miracle, I doubled over with laughter. Miracle? I mean, you look 'miracle' up in the dictionary, and it says "an extraordinary mysterious event manifesting divine intervention in human affairs".

I think I understand what she means though.

Who would have thought two totally different people, would be together for this long. We never really had any interaction with one other during our stints in the WWE. We did know of each other, I had left ECW before she even showed up but knew about the ditzy brunette from my friend Lance Strom.

The first day I actually met her face to face was at a pav per view. She had been with the company only a few weeks and she was playing the slutty character that she had always played throughout her whole career. Lance had wanted me to meet her, and well I had nothing better to do so I let him drag me to the diva's dressing room. Fully expecting of seeing the vixen I had been so used to seeing on the television.

But I was almost struck dumb by her appearance. No Make-up, sweats that were to big and her hair thrown up into a messy ponytail.

I have never seen another women look as beautiful as she did that night.

A week later I had gotten the nerve up to ask her to met me for a late dinner and the rest you can say was history.

She once told me that she had faith in me. No one had ever said that to me, well that is not true my parents were always supportive but never a woman that I cared about. And I've always wondered why she even began to have faith in me. But, that's Dawnie for you. Believing in things that don't have much hope. Or, in my case, believing in people who don't have much hope.

I had pretty much given up when I met her; I was getting burned out on life. My wrestling career was going no where. I was the first undisputed champion but at the time I was lucky to be in the middle of the card.

She's incredibly strong. Not physically, she can pull her own weight that can be seen in her matches. But, emotionally, she's got to be the strongest person I've met. She has dealt with more things in her life then any women should have to.

But, she always asks me what I'm thinking. She's always cared about what I think, always valued my opinion that doesn't happen a lot to me. She cares.

She knows when I need someone. She knows when I need her. I asked her once, how she always knows when to reach out to me or when to back off. But, she only smiles, and that's the only answer I'll ever need.

She always knows what I'm feeling. Which I will admit freaks me out on occasion. She can read me like an open book, something no one else can do. She understands me, understands my ways, and why I am the way I am.

She has soul. She has depth. Her happiness, it radiates. Her laugh, it's contagious. Her smile, it shows truth and joy. Her beauty transcends any other women I have ever known. Her goodness is a shining example of the world today.

She is just perfect in everyway.

She fits me.

"Chris your home." Dawn Marie mumbles sleepily or fake sleepily.

"Yeah I am home." Chris Jericho smiles and cuddles in close.


Jules