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Harry was currently away on a press tour, promoting his upcoming album. His wife, Y/n, stayed home to care for their three-year-old daughter Briar. Being away from Harry for even a few weeks proved difficult for Y/n. She missed him terribly and wanted to be in touch with him as much as possible. That's why she started scheduling regular video chats to feel connected and close to him while he was away.
"How's Briar? Is she sleeping through the night okay?" Harry asked.
"Yeah, I've been using the white noise machine in her bedroom, and it seems to be working well," Y/n replied with a smile. "Of course, it's not the same as when you sing to her, but it's a good temporary alternative."
"That's good," Harry smiled back. "Where is she now?"
"She's just there," Y/n tilted her phone's camera so Harry could see their daughter sitting on the sofa, colouring in a Sesame Street colouring book.
"Briar?" Y/n called out to her. Briar looked up at the sound of her name, her big hazel eyes curious as they landed on the phone screen.
"You wanna come say hi to Daddy? Come see Daddy!" Y/n chirped.
Briar placed her colouring book and crayons on the sofa, then carefully climbed down. Y/n lifted Briar onto her lap, ensuring that both were in view of the camera so that Harry could see them.
"Hi, petal!" Harry cooed at his little one. "I miss you so much!"
Briar blinked at her father in the camera, one hand up to her mouth.
"Wave to Daddy," Y/n suggested to her daughter. "Say 'hi, Daddy!'"
Briar looked at Harry and then turned to her mother, confused. "Where is Daddy?" she asked.
"That's your daddy right there, darling," Y/n chuckled, pointing at Harry on camera. "Do you want to say hi to him?"
Briar turned back towards the camera and looked at Harry once more. He smiled and waved at her. A slight frown creased the young girl's face as she studied Harry. "I don't like it, Daddy," she finally said.
"Don't like what, petal?" Harry asked softly.
"Mm..." Briar didn't know the word for moustache, so she gestured to her top lip, indicating Harry's facial hair. "...I don't like it, the hair on your face. You're furry like a cat," she said.
Harry burst out laughing, and so did Y/n. "You don't like Daddy's facial hair?" Y/n asked, amused. Briar shook her head, smiling as she mirrored her parents' joy in that moment.
"Well, looks like you'll have to shave then, honey," Y/n said to Harry.
"I guess I will," Harry continued to laugh. "Wouldn't want my princess disapproving of me."
