~Zayn's POV~
Evric and I drove out that morning. Our mission was to find the perfect gift for his father.
Watching him shop, I could see his excitement and his worry all at once. He spent millions without a second thought.
"Do you think he'll love it?" he kept asking me, holding the expensive gift box as if it were fragile glass.
Seeing him care so much for his dad made my chest ache with a familiar sadness.
I wished I had the kind of father I could shop for.
I do have one, of course, but he doesn't want us. We haven't heard from him in a long, long time.
After we paid for the gift, I decided to lift the mood.
"Won't you buy a gift for your baby who just sucked you last night?" I whispered, leaning close to him.
He laughed, turning to face me in the car. "Baby, you should be the one getting a gift for me."
"Oh? And why is that?" I asked, playing along.
His voice dropped to a playful growl. "Because I'm your Daddy."
