Hello, my name's Blake Shelton. I'm 32 years old, and no matter how unusual it may sound, I have two children as a single parent - I became a widower recently.

My eldest, 11 years old Nicolas Shelton, is the source of my never-ending massive headaches.

My youngest, Elisa Shelton aged just 6 months, is hard for me to bond with. Each time I look at her, I'm guilt-tripped into blaming her for the death of my beloved wife, who passed away shortly after Elisa's birth.

We live in a spacious home - I must admit, I've always had a liking for lavish comfort. This led me to work my way up to the most respected CEO position in my company.

We should have been a happy family. My wife, Juliane, was a living embodiment of goodness. Her passing shattered this family and turned me into a emotionally distant and frosty man.

Handling my son has become a challenge, he's turned unruly and antagonistic. In hopes of seeing an improvement, I pondered about hiring a nanny. Candidates had come and gone, and Nicholas' wrath could not be tolerated.

Until my housekeeper introduced a young lady.