A/n: Thanks for the reviews. And for the record, my name is not Alana, on my birth certificate it says Tiffany, and I don't know anyone with the name Alana. Alana is kinda like me with the craziness' and going after what she wants, but other then that I'm not Alana. Can't sue a girl for being determined.

Disclaimer: WWE is owned by Vince McMahon. I own Alana, Jaliyah and Clover. Everyone else owns themselves.

Chapter 5: Jaliyah

It's now three days after Alana gave up, and she was miserable. On top of that; in four days, she would be losing the only man that she ever loved to some fake red-haired slut. Some how Clover's words managed to flow back into her brain; 'with hope there's faith and with faith there's miracles and with miracles you can do anything. '

"Curse you Clover!" Alana screamed, as she slammed her hand down at the dinner table, making Clover jump.

"What did I do?" Clover said, as she put her spoon, that had ice cream on it, down.

"With hope there's faith and with faith there's miracles and with miracles you can do anything" Alana said in a mocking tone.

"Wanna know something?"

"Might as well, aint got nothing else to do."

"With hopes there's fai—"

"Didn't you already tell me this?"

"There's more." Clover sighed, "with hope there's faith and with faith there's miracles and with miracles you get life, and with life you get a long wonderful journey, and during this journey you will find your destiny, and with your destiny you completed your fate." (I love that quote, came up with it myself. I'm a deep sister)

Clover got up from the chair, took the last bite of her ice cream. When she did that she put her plate in the sink and washed it out. "Your night to do the dishes."

With that said Clover left the room leaving Alana to think. Once she walked out the kitchen and went up to her room she went on to her bed and fell into a dreamless sleep.

"CLOVER! CLOVER! Get your ass up!" Clover felt someone shake her and then she fell to the floor with a 'thud.'

"I'm up." Clover stood up, stumbling and looked at the clock which read; 3:35.

"Oh my God, it's this late?"

"Silly, it's AM. We have to pick up Jaliyah!"

"She's your daughter, Alana you go pick her up." Clover was referring to Alana's daughter, Alana had her when she turned 16, which means, Jaliyah's 12 going on 13 soon.

"I need someone to talk to on the way there. Jaliyah's going to love seeing her auntie."

"You're cheery!"

"I know isn't it great?"

Clover went to turn on her bed room light; she noticed Alana had bags under her eyes which were red and puffy.

"Why we're you crying?"

"I'm going to tell her about John being her father, and then I'm going to tell John."

"You're going to tell him that he's a father and that his daughter thought he was dead? He's getting married in about three days! He didn't know for 12 years, why tell now?"

"Because they need each other."

"She has you."

"She needs her father."

"You're her mother and father!"

"This is going to affect their lives in a big way; all you can do is just be there for me."

"I'm always here for you." Clover hugged Alana and they both started crying.

"Let's pick up Jaliyah."

"Yeah might as well." Clover sighed as she slid on her slippers and went downstairs to get her jacket.

"You're not going in that are you?" Alana asked looking Clover up and down.

"Matter-of-fact I am, thank you very much!" She smirked as her and Alana walked out the door.