"She's going to be angry at me for being so late..."
Doppio ran through the hall, heart racing. He promised Donatella he wouldn't be late for this, and yet with all that just happened...
Nevermind that! What mattered was he was here now!
Doppio was out of breath by the time he'd reached the room Donatella was in, barely recognizing her for a few moments. He began stammering out an apology...
"Tesoro, it's alright." Donatella answered, sounding exhausted. "You were right on time-" there was a pause before she spoke again, smiling wistfully. "...however, someone got a little tired of waiting."
Doppio gave a confused look as he walked to the bed, before noticing there was a bundle in Donatella's arms; almost immediately the realization hit him like a load of bricks. 'Alright, I could be dense sometimes, but...' Tears of...pride(?) began welling up in his eyes.