I'm a Leo, so I am a fierce lover. Mess with my family, I'll be the last person you want to see. I love my family more than life itself. I have a soft spot for my "kids" as I call them. They are the kids of the other club members. I have a hard exterior, but I really am a lover at heart. That's just me though. My husband is my world and I would do anything for him. I hate staying idle, so if you see me, I'm always doing something. I can't stand to stay home alone, so if I am able to, I'm with my husband on any trips he makes. If I can't go, I'm trying to make sure I stay busy with whatever I can, especially if it is showing up for my own kids as well as the other "kids".

I was born in New York and spent most of my childhood there. Growing up seemed like it was average, living in a home with an older brother and loving parents.I loved the city life. There was pretty much anything I would ever want right at my fingertips living in such a big city too. However, that changed when I was in eighth grade.

My older brother Henry, who was six years older than I was, had been deployed after joining the military. He was fresh out of basic training too, only having graduated from it for six months before his deployment. His convoy, however, was wiped out not long after he was deployed, everyone killed in the attack. My parents were absolutely devastated and so was I when we received the news.

After my brother's funeral, my parents decided they needed a change. Everything reminded them of Henry, even showing up for school functions for me since Henry also attended the same school I was now attending. After the school year finished, my parents picked the most off-the-wall place to move to, but then again, just about any place would be off-the-wall anyway compared to New York. They chose to stay in a northern state, at least, and we packed up and moved to Big Sky, Montana when I was going into the eighth grade.

The move was not the easiest for me, but I was grateful to make friends quickly as soon as school started, especially since I didn't have much of a summer that year because we where focused on moving and finding a place to move to the entirety of it. I didn't even really get out at all much because I was focused on helping my parents, mostly my mother, setting up the new house, so my first experience with others my age was the first day of school. And now looking back at it, I think that's one reason I don't like to be idle or not have anything to do.

School seemed to be alright though. Like I said just a moment ago, friends came easily for me and the boys were pretty cute with trying to get my attention. I didn't really pay them much attention though. However, there was one boy on the first day of eighth grade that I did notice more than the others. It could have been the fact that he was just that handsome or it could have been the reverberating ringing sound from him hitting a pole as hard as he did. To this day, I'm not sure what came first, me seeing him, or hearing the ringing of him hitting the pole he hit. The girls that I met outside of the school when my parents dropped me off started giggling loudly and it just made me roll my eyes as I watched the guy getting picked up by another guy.

That guy though, well, let's just say, I noticed him pretty much stalking me, so to speak. I let him do it though and just acted as if I didn't notice him, giving him the thrill of the chase, I guess. But then one day, I finally confronted him and we've been together ever since. He was pretty much my first everything when it came to relationships. Being with him got my focus on something other than just home and then school just to go back home. I didn't really care to hang out with my friends all that much, but when I did, it just didn't seem like it was for me either, at least not at the time. Oh yeah, and that guy's name turned out to become my future husband, Python.

Going through high school being Python's girlfriend. I didn't even learn his actual first name until I got my ninth grade yearbook. I quickly searched through the pictures until I found him and learned his name was actually Cornelius. Cornelius Moretti. I thought it was a good strong name, but I kept up with calling him Python, since that's what he preferred. I quickly became a cheerleader, trying out for the squad. I really wouldn't have considered it, except I knew I would be able to be at the games Python played at, especially football, to cheer him on.

We married soon after we graduated and started our family quickly. First, our son Sampson was born followed by another son Silas just a year later and then rounded it all off with our baby girl Selena a year after that. Raising kids became an experience within itself especially with how loud Python gets in the bedroom. I still tease him a little bit about the kids coming in and asking where the wolves were. Now that we have three teenagers in high school, our oldest a senior, we haven't been blessed with anymore kids, but I have even more kids around then I could ever hope for.

Python is in the Wild Wolves MC and everyone's kids in the club I call "my kids". I'm definitely the mother figure at the clubhouse because I can't stand to be idle. So if I have nothing to do at the house, I'm definitely at the clubhouse tending to things there as well. It also keeps my mind on other things since I recently lost my parents a few years ago now. That was pretty hard for me, but they were able to love on their grandchildren for awhile too. So now it's just me and Python, with our three babies, and a club filled with more family and I have all the love in the world to give to them.