The baby was beautiful. He was tiny. It brought back the memories of when Johnny was born,how it would feel like to become a dad. We couldn't think of a name, nothing felt right. There was always something trying to come out from the back of my head, "why should I name this child when it might not be mine?"
Linda was so happy because that baby is hers and it will always be. Everyday, I pray to God. I want that baby to be mine so much, it's killing me. How could I raise a child that isn't even mine? Linda and I have thought about having a DNA test but we've never done one. If that baby isn't mine, I don't know how I'll cope. It won't be a Carter, it'll be a Wicks.
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The Result
FanfictionMick gets the DNA test to show if he's the dad or not. Is the baby his?
