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Harry: Three.

"Mummy?" your little girl entered the living room, teddy bear in hand.

It was late in the evening, and you were in the middle of watching The Vow. You had put your three-year-old to bed about an hour ago, and when you left the room, she was so far in dreamland you thought there was nothing that could wake her up.

"What is it, Baby?" you asked, getting up from your armchair to go pick her up into your arms.

She rubbed her left eye with the back of her tiny fist, "Daddy."

You frowned, "Daddy's not here, Sweetie. You know that."

"I want Daddy," she whimpered, burying her face into your shoulder.

You rubbed the back of her head, "I know, Baby. I know. I want Daddy, too, but he has to work."

Harry, your husband of five years, had left for tour a few days ago. This was nothing new for your little girl, but she hadn't really noticed his absence until she had begun to talk. She was getting older now, and she finally understood what it meant to miss someone specifically. Sure, she cried when she was alone, but she would stop crying for anyone. Now, her tears were only for her father.

"Daddy..." she sobbed into your shoulder, clutching her teddy bear in one hand while the other gripped your pink nightie's strap.

You let out a sigh, rubbing her back and trying to calm her down, "Shh...It's okay, Darling. We'll see Daddy in a few weeks. There's no need to cry."

"I want Daddy now," she cried.

That was when you remembered the first few months of your relationship with Harry. You remembered them being extremely difficult for you, considering he left for tour two months after you had become official. The hate and rumors circled, and Harry had seemed to anticipate that. Before he left, he had told you that you could Skype him whenever you needed to, that his computer would always be on and beside him. Even if it was two o'clock in the morning where he was, you shouldn't hesitate to call if you needed him.

As your relationship matured, you found that Skyping during times convenient for both of you was enough, and you couldn't remember the last time you had called him on Skype to find him answering without a shirt on and his hair in a knotted mess.

You hadn't needed him so desperately since those first few months, and you didn't really need to bother him now, considering it was probably five in the morning where he was. Judging by the sobbing girl in your arms, though, his daughter needed him.

You could only pray that he still kept his laptop on and near.

With your little girl in your arms, you walked into the kitchen, turning on the light as you did. You pulled out the chair in front of the desk and sat in it, leaning forward to turn on the desktop.

Immediately after you had logged on, you opened Skype and called Harry.

You didn't tell your daughter that she could be seeing her father in a few minutes, knowing that she would cry even more if it turned out Harry didn't pick up, but your smart little girl knew something was going on. Her tears had now stopped, and she watched her mummy do whatever she was doing

"Come on, Harry. Pick up," you whispered, watching the screen in anticipation.

Suddenly, his face filled the screen, "...Hello?"

You grinned at the man you loved, touched that he still kept his promise from all those years ago.

"Daddy!" your girl shouted, her face lighting up.