Chapter 217

Cheyenne had an appointment the day Jon was scheduled to fly out again.

He would be gone for a week. Kenny and John returned back to their homes readying themselves for a few live performances.

Richie volunteered to go with her explaining that he something he had to do as well.

She knew he only used it as an excuse, he wanted to be there for her.

She felt nervous as she walked into the room. She left Richie at the coffee shop and he gave in after she almost slapped him silly. He was a hard ass if he wanted to be but she loved him dearly for it.

She undressed and lay nervously on the bed.

“Good morning Miss. Roberts.”

“Morning doctor.”

The doctor read the referral letter form the house doctor and frowned slightly sending Cheyenne’s pulse racing.

“Please lay down on the bed so we can see what the problem could be.”

He did a thorough examination and frowned even more deeply as she answered his questions.

“Any bleeding after sex?”

“Yes”

“Any discomfort after sex.”

“Only recently…but yes.”

He pressed down on the left side of her pelvis and Cheyenne winched at the pressure.

“You have signs of ovarian cysts, but I would like to do a sonar. It could be something more serious or something easily treated. I’m going to get a nurse to draw some blood. With your history and the fact that you want children we’ll have to do a thorough check up.”

Cheyenne’s mind was in a rush. What if its cancer?

“The tests will be back in a few days and then I want to do a sonar. Please make an appointment, I would like to see you in three days time. After the tests and the sonar we will have a clear knowledge of the course we are going to take.”

Cheyenne left the room, a heavy feeling in her heart.

Richie jumped up when he saw her, almost throwing the coffee table over in his haste.

He didn’t like what he heard, but he stroked her hand trying to sooth her as tears ran down her face.

“What if its cancer Richie? How do I tell Jon?”

“Do you want me to call him. We shouldn’t have kept this from him. He is going to be so pissed honey.”

“No! Not yet we wait until I have the tests results and then I’ll tell him if he’s here and I can speak to him face to face.”

Richie pulled her closer, kissing her on the cheek, wiping the tears from her face.

“Everything is going to be just fine sweetheart you’ll see.”

He held her but closed his eyes, swallowing back his own tears.

They went back home, the “thing” Richie wanted to do forgotten.