"We can talk now," Steve said to Catherine when he returned to her room.

"Sit here," she asked.

Steve sat down next to her. "What? You're so serious, you're scaring me. Did I do something wrong?" He asked.

"Steve, I know this is going to sound like a stupid question, but have you ever donated to a fertility clinic?"

"Yes, I did, I did for Susan. In fact, you two did the insemination in the same place and on the same day. I saw the papers in your wardrobe, but I didn't mean to. I'm sorry."

"Oh, my God!" Catherine exclaimed.

"What, Cath?"

"Steve, look at Kenny. He looks too much like you." Catherine stood up and went to Kenny's crib and showed Steve the birthmark. "Look at this here."

Steve approached and saw Kenny's birthmark. "Wow, Cath. It's identical to mine."

"Something happened at that clinic, Steve. We need to run a DNA test on him. I think you might be his father." Catherine said and looked at Steve with expectansy. "Do you think I'm imagining things?"

"I don't know, Cath. Danny told me the same thing, he even thought I was hiding Kenny's paternity. I don't know what to think. In fact, I don't even think I can think. That would be... wonderful... I'm speechless."

"I'll ask the doctor to request the test and ask if they can do it here at the hospital."

"That's fine with me," Steve answered. He was half anaesthetised with the real possibility of being the baby's father.

"You seem upset," she said as she realized he was having confused thoughts.

"Oh no, Cath! I'll be the happiest man in the world if I'm Kenny's father. I just don't want to delude myself and suffer afterwards."

Catherine held Steve's hand. "You'll be his father anyway, biological or otherwise. And I know Kenny will love and respect you whether you two have the same blood or not."

The next day, Catherine talked to the doctor and told her about the suspicions she and Steve had.

"You know you can sue the clinic if that mistake has occurred, right?" She told them.

"If that has happened, it will be a blessing to us and not a mistake," Steve replied.

"Okay. I'll make the request and a nurse will come and collect the baby's blood and yours," the doctor said to Steve.

Catherine thanked the doctor and waited for the nurse to come and collect Kenny's blood.

A few minutes later, Steve's blood was collected first and then Kenny's blood. Kenny cried a lot and Steve held him in his lap to calm him down. "Calm down, buddy. It's for a good cause." Kenny kept crying like he was complaining to Steve, and he kissed Kenny's head. "I know it hurt, buddy."

That day, Kenny received a visit from the rest of the team, and the next morning, he and Catherine were discharged from the hospital without a DNA test result.

"Why does this test take so long to get a result?" Steve complained.

"Easy, Steve. Everything has its time," replied Catherine.

"You're right. Let's just enjoy this little boy's arrival at home and avoid thinking about this DNA test until the results come out." Steve picked Kenny up and was cradling the baby.

Catherine prepared everything for Kenny's first bath and she was a little nervous. "I've never bathed a baby before.

Steve kissed her forehead. "I know you'll do great."

"Thank you, sailor."

"Cath, give me your documents, I'm going out to get Kenny's birth certificate."

"But aren't you going to wait for the test result?" Catherine asked.

"No. We're together, aren't we? And we're going to stay together. Like you said, I'm going to be his father anyway, so I want to do that now."

Catherine handed the documents to Steve and he went out to get the Kenny's birth certificate.

After having Kenny's birth certificate in hand, Steve received a call from the hospital to let him know that the test was ready.

"Thank you so much for letting me know. I'm on my way."

Steve went to the hospital and got the test result. He thought about opening it with Catherine. He placed the envelope that contained the test result on the passenger seat and left.

He looked at the envelope every two minutes as he drove. "Catherine's maternity is guaranteed, the doubt is my fatherhood. So I think I can open this envelope on my own."

Steve stopped the car at the lookout on the road, took the envelope and sat down. He was looking at the sea with the envelope in his hands and was reluctant to open it. He looked at the envelope and then looked at the sky. "Are you giving me another chance? People always say that God writes right on crooked lines, and if Kenny is my baby, I'm going to believe that. I've already lost so many people, and I wonder if you sent me Kenny to fill that void. The answer is here in that envelope, but in the face of the peace that I feel right now, I feel that you have already placed the answer in my heart."

Steve came home thrilled. Catherine opened the door and Steve went straight into the bedroom and took Kenny out of the crib.

"Steve, I was changing his diaper," Catherine said.

Steve kissed Kenny's head and closed his eyes, letting the tears fall.

"What happened, Steve?"

Steve handed her the envelope. "He's mine, Cath. He is mine. He's my son! The greatest blessing of my life."

Catherine opened the envelope and read the test result. "Oh, Steve! I don't know how it happened, but I am immensely happy. My son couldn't have a better father than you."

"Come here," Steve called to her. She came over and hugged him and the baby. "We are a family, my love."

"My perfect family! You two are my life. And Kenny represents everything to me: Renewal, hope, happiness, love and peace," Steve told her.

Catherine stroked Kenny's few hairs. "He's our treasure, our most precious asset, Steve."

"Yes, he is. And you are my rare jewel. I love you, Cath. I love you very much."

"I love you too, sailor."

Steve pulled her closer, and kissed her passionately. While they was kissing, Steve felt a hot liquid wet his belly. Steve interrupted the kiss and smiled at her. "I think Kenny just peed Daddy!"