Roman Reigns, now cancer free, is back! While reclaiming his yard he finds some new faces. He unknowingly has more in common with one than he thinks. Enter female Superstar, Robyn.
Even when life laid them bare, they still remain. Two survivors fin...
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robwwe: One day at a time y'all...
The team of doctors attacked Robyn's cancer with every weapon at their disposal. As of right now, there was no change which was better than the alternative of getting worse. Her hair was beginning to shed when she brushed or ran her fingers through it and she'd lost a few pounds but none of it was noticeable yet; she expected that to change in the coming weeks.
The treatment made her weak so she slept most of the time and when she was awake, she missed being on the road with Joe. She didn't know how Galina and the other wives did this, not to mention the children of Superstars. If she was selfish, she could have him home all the time because while he was there, if she sneezed too hard he tried to stay and would be ready to skip live events at the drop of a hat if he thought she needed him. It was too close to Wrestlemania to allow him neglect his work. He was facing Goldberg but didn't seem to want to talk about it because of her losing out on her moment.
Today was his last day home before flying out to Smackdown tomorrow and he'd been gone most of the morning. When he returned, she noticed how strange and awkward he behaved. Now, late in the evening, he was slaving over a hot stove.
"Do you know what you're doing?" she asked from the sofa, getting ready to stand.
"Sit down," he demanded.
"You want me to ignore the fact that my kitchen can burst into flames at any second?" she replied.
"I haven't been on this earth for almost 35 years without knowing a little something about how to fend for myself," he shot back.
"Why do I have the feeling you're cooking everything that you're not supposed to have?"
"Because I am. It's a special occasion so who cares?" he shrugged.
"I care. Both of us can't be sick. Who's going to take care of us then? The dog?" she snorted. "And what's the occasion? We already celebrated our anniversary and it's neither of our birthdays. I don't know anything worth celebrating right now unless you have some good news from my doctor that I'm not aware of."
He froze, everything going quiet and still before he finally shook his head. "I wish but for now, just relax. I'll be done in a little while."
About twenty minutes went by before she heard him turning off burners and moving pots and pans around. He helped her up and then began escorting her over to the table. She didn't need it at the moment but on one of her weaker days, she was lightheaded and stumbled upon standing and he'd been paranoid ever since.
As she got closer, she noticed a large gift box on the table in front of her chair. "Oooh, a present. You were serious about this alleged special occasion."
"Alright, now I'm about to go over here and finish situating things while you deal with that," he said before going into cabinets and taking out plates.
