Olympia’s POV

Lola, Zayn and I were having breakfast one Saturday when Zayn suddenly asked,

“Momma, where’s my Dada?”

Lola and I exchanged glances, as I wondered why Zayn was suddenly coming up with such a question.

“Zayn baby, where did you hear that from?” Lola asked him.

He turned to look at her and replied,

“My friends at school have daddies that take them out for fun. Why don’t I have a daddy like that?” he replied.

Lola and I exchanged glances one more time. Both of us had no idea what to say to him. My mind raced as I struggled to look for the best answer to...