"Damnit! Damnit! Damnit!" Romano said as he ran through the hospital trying to find the room you were in.
How could I have been such an ass?
Because you were scared of commitment you fucking tomato eater.
Oh shut up Brain, I just want to make up with her now.
If she's okay you dumbass! You left her alone for nearly a year now!
Yeah I know! But at least I realize how much I love her now!
Yeah, let's just hope it's not too late.
Romano finally through open a door, he looked disheveled, messy hair and his shirt was open at the top, his sleeves scrunched up, and his tie hung loose and awkward. He panted heavily as sweat trickled down his face from the run.
He stood at the doorway, not knowing what to say or do.
You looked up, a smile that lit up the world played across your face and you beckoned the man you loved to your side.
He took the seat beside you, his heart racing.
You handed him what he was called here for.
Romano looked at the baby in his arms.
"Her name is Roma. She looks just like you." You breathed.
"She does, doesn't she?" Romano said in a single breath, he moved a stray lock of her wet hair, "My little Roma..." He turned to you with watery eyes, "I love you _."
You nodded, "I know."
Romano then kissed you, and then their little girl, "Now you're my little tomate, as Spain used to call me." Romano said and looked down adoringly at the child in his arms. He was now a proud father.