My team finishes setting up my microphone while my stylist puts the finishing touches on my hair. Today I'm playing in London again, and I'm really excited about it because it means you'll be coming to see me with our little girl. It's been weeks since we last saw each other, and I'm looking forward to having you in my arms again, if you make it in time before I go on stage.

We had Olivia three years ago. She wasn't a wanted baby, but she was and is a much-loved baby. It was a small slip-up on a drunken night when we inadvertently didn't use protection, but what's done is done, and now we're happier than ever. A year after Liv came into our lives we decided to get married, both for her protection and because it was time to settle down after four years together, now six.

"Dada!" As soon as I heard that word, I turned my head. You were carrying Olivia in your arms. Even though she can walk, being in mommy's arms is better.

"Hello, my love," I say smiling, taking her from your arms and giving her a small hug. My gaze shifts to you. "I've missed you so much."