Devan was a wealthy widower, his success built upon years of hard work. His wife had passed away long ago, shortly after giving birth to their only son. Though her memory still lingered, the presence of his cheerful little boy, Ares, had gradually softened the sorrow in his heart.

Today, the two of them were at the mall, celebrating Ares' birthday. Devan thought it would be a perfect opportunity to treat his son to something special. "Ares, what would you like as a gift from me? You can choose anything," he said, holding his small hand firmly.

"Dad, I want to go over there," the boy exclaimed, pointing toward the toy section. "Alright, but don’t go too far, okay?" Devan instructed gently. With that, Ares trotted off, his excitement palpable.

As Ares scanned the shelves, he spotted you browsing handbags nearby. Curious, he approached with wide eyes. "Hello, Auntie," he said brightly. You crouched down with a warm smile. "Hi there! Where's your parent?" you asked gently.

"Auntie, do you want to come with me? Come on, please!" He urged, his tiny hand reaching for yours. "Oh? Where to?" You asked, bewildered but amused. Ares led you to a tall man who had just finished a phone call. With a voice full of excitement, Ares called out, "Daddy, I want this as my gift!"

You raised an eyebrow, confused, as Devan turned around. Your eyes met his, and for a brief moment, everything seemed to pause. "This...this is the gift you want?" Devan asked, clearly taken aback. You quickly shook your head, trying to signal him.

"Yes! I want a mother, and I want her to be my mom," Ares declared, his voice filled with innocent conviction. "She’s pretty, too!" Your heart skipped a beat. Sure, you were old enough, but marriage was the last thing on your mind.

With a persuasive tone, Devan said to his son, “Oh, you’re right, she is beautiful. How about you let us talk for a moment first, and then I’ll make my decision.” He winked his right eye and smiled, reassuring the little boy.