Evening readers! Did you miss me? Cuz I missed y'all! Just like the last time, it's officially my birthday, so I've decided to post this. The good news is I'm almost done with the re-edits for this. So soon, I don't know when, but soon, I'm gonna be posting regularly for this story again, or as soon as I can get them out lol. I also want to post the next chapter of Dragon Ball Legacy, but writer's block is a pain in the ass! I'll think of something lmao. This is a short chapter, but I hope you all enjoy it! And I hope y'all are enjoying the Royal Rumble!

Chapter 19:Talk Under the Lunar Eclipse

Wednesday February 13th, 2008, Boston, Massachusetts

Sheree sat on the back porch of her families' house, a small smile on her face as she tucked into a slice of cake, snickering in amusement as she watched her younger brother tease the rest of the family in the backyard.

Sheree wore a simple black tank top and jeans, her black-hooded jacket hugging her hips, and a pair of Chuck Taylor All-Stars. It was a calm and chill night, and it was also her father's 45th birthday, hence the slice of cake she was eating.

"There's my little girl!"

Sheree looked back to see her father, David Huxley, closing the back door and walking towards her. David was a slightly built man with short, black hair that was starting to turn gray. He wore a plain white v-neck shirt and dark jeans. The boarded floor creaked underneath his heavy steel-capped boots as he walked along them.

"I ain't a little girl anymore dad," Sheree groaned, as she stuffed another piece of birthday cake into her mouth.

"You'll always be our little girl to yer mother and I squirt," David replied, as he sat down next to her, chuckling when she rolled her eyes at him.

"So," Sheree started with a smirk. "Forty-five huh? You're getting up in years old-timer."

David let loose an amused scoff as Sheree giggled. "Bah! You'll be regretting that when you get to my age."

David shook his head at his daughter's giggles. He smiled brightly, his dark eyes twinkling at his daughter's joyful mood. "So, are you nervous about Sunday?"

Sheree stopped giggling, looking up with a smile at the night sky, observing the stars and the moon that looked odd this evening. Huh... A lunar eclipse. Neat!

"I'm a bit nervous," the Boston Brunette admitted. "But I think it's a good kind of nervous."

"The exciting kind?" David elaborated, smirking when Sheree nodded. "That's good. Speaking of... there's something I wanna ask you."

Sheree turned to her father, raising an eyebrow when she saw the serious look on his face. "What's up?"

"What do you hope to accomplish outta this?"

At this Sheree tilted her head, her shoulder-length brunette locks falling off her shoulders. "What do you mean?"

"Your career has suddenly taken quite the turn," David commented. "You're well on your way to going from being just a tiny piece of the puzzle, to becoming an important factor."

Sheree frowned. "You think so?"

"I know so," David replied in an unwavering tone. "Who knows. If all goes well you could be a signature piece of the Divas Division for years to come. My question to you is this. What do you hope to accomplish out of your career? What's your ultimate, number one goal?"

Sheree's brow furrowed, her frown deepening as she looked her father in his dark eyes.

"And before you answer," David said, cutting off the younger woman when she opened her mouth to speak. "I'm not talking about status or championships. As you get older, and continue to wrestle, you'll realise things like titles, legend status, and Hall of Fame rings aren't as important as they appear."

David looked up at the night sky as he continued to talk. "I'm talking about something that will have an ever-lasting impact. Something that when you eventually retire, you'll look back with a smile, knowing you accomplished something worth-while and with deep meaning that no one could ever take away from you."

David looked back at his daughter, smiling when he saw that she was looking down at the half-eaten slice of birthday cake, deep in thought.

The middle-aged man placed a hand on Sheree's shoulder. "You don't have to answer straight away. You have plenty of time to come up with an answer. Think about it."

With that, David Huxley rose to his feet, and went back into the house, leaving Sheree on the porch, thinking deeply about the questions that her father had left her alone with.

"My ultimate goal huh..."

'Goodbye and Goodnight'