I watched my son sleeping, his adorable face half-buried in the blanket, messy hair peeking out. Somehow my thoughts drifted to Zachary.

Even though he was younger, he acted more like a dad than Tyler ever did.

Especially when Tyler's mom had taken my kid. Without hesitation, he drove all the way to her house to help me get him.

He's helped me so much, never asking for anything in return.

The more I thought about it, the more restless I ...