Make A Wish - (Roman Reigns)

Chapter 32

The lights in the room switched on abruptly.

Robyn was face down in the pillow. "No, Dad, I don't want to go to school."

"Well that's too damn bed," Joe said, snatching the sheets off. "It's the big day."

It was the moment of truth but still Robyn knew it could go either way. Thanks to the lighter treatment, she'd been feeling much more energetic and color was returning to her skin which was a good sign.

Robyn decided to make herself look decent with makeup and she'd ordered a few more wigs in the time she'd been home. Then they got dressed and were out the door.

"Whatever happens, I'll still be here for you, I'll still love you, I'm not going to promise that everything will be okay if it isn't what we want to hear... I don't know, but I'll continue to help you through it," Joe said as they closed in on Orlando.

"I know," she placed her hand on top of his on the armrest.

"Are you going to tell anyone if we get a good result?"

"Just management and the girls. I think I'm going to wait to tell the fans though," she decided. "I'm going to become more active on social media so they won't think I'm on my deathbed because there has been concern when I check my mentions but I won't confirm anything until I'm close to returning."

"I understand because this isn't like my situation where I got the result and was on Raw announcing it the next week. It's going to be a process for you and you don't need the added pressure of daily, 'when are you coming back' comments."

"Exactly. I'll have to gain 20 pounds, turn that into muscle and get back into ring shape. Also, wigs are okay but I miss my own hair so hopefully I can manage to grow it out to at least a bob," she replied. "But, let's get through this appointment before we get ahead of ourselves."

Robyn went through the usual tests and then Dr. Foster was off to the lab to look at the results.

She took a nervous breath and shifted after what seemed like an unusually long time. "I don't recall the wait ever being this long, not even when it returned. He's probably trying to figure out a way to tell us that it's still here or spreading..."

"I usually call you out on the paranoia but it has been a while. I'll go try to see what I can find out," by the time Joe stood, the door opened.

"I won't keep you any longer than I already have," Dr. Foster started. "I had to check and double check to be 100% certain before coming in here. I'm sure this has been pure hell for both of you over the last few months so I'm happy to announce that you're in remission."

A mixture of overwhelming emotions: happiness, relief, and hope poured through her. The only appropriate reaction was to cry. She even heard a few sniffles from Joe. In all the time they've been together she'd never even seen his eyes water but this was a monumental moment for both of them.

"It's over...it's finally over," she managed to say, hugging herself to him. "Now what?"

"I'll monitor you once a month for the first year and then every 3 months after that. Once you're physically up to it, you're free to return to the ring," Dr. Foster replied.

"Thank you for everything," Robyn said, hugging the oncologist. "No offense, but I don't want to see this place again until I'm required so we're getting out of here!"

On the way home, Joe took a detour over to Galina's house and pulled into the driveway. "I told G that if we swung by, that meant good news."

During the height of her treatment, Joe thought it would be best for him to go to them instead of having 2 young, loud boys running around the house disturbing her so she hadn't seen any of them in awhile.