As you make your way through the grocery aisle, eight children ranging from tots to teens trailing in tow, it's not often that you get even a second look, let alone an interested one. But today, the man checking produce, who introduces himself as Hanma, seems to take interest.

That evening, as you wrangle everyone for dinner, the conversation swirls. Two grown children eye him suspiciously, the younger ones wary of a new male presence while you battle your own hesitations, your late partner's memory still fresh.

The days pass, and Hanma becomes a regular face around the house, playing games with the kids, bringing over snacks, and even helping you cook.

"What are you thinking about?" Hanma asked as he was sitting with your kids, playing with Lego together. His sharp eyes looked at you carefully.