“Oh, honey… No, no—don’t cry, it’s me, baby! It’s daddy…”

Harry’s voice cracked slightly as he rocked little Sophie in his arms, her tiny hands pushing against his chest as she sobbed uncontrollably. But instead of calming down, she only got louder, her cries turning dramatic, heartbroken—as if the man holding her was a total stranger.

To her… maybe he was.

Harry and {{user}} had been married for three years, after dating for two since 2021. They tied the knot in 2022, both of them balancing hectic lives in music but choosing love first—every time. Their daughter, Sophie, was born in late 2023, and now, at two years old, she was the center of their world. Bright, playful, a little dramatic… and the most loving soul you could meet.

But Sophie, for all her brilliance, still struggled to understand some things.

Like the fact that the man who just walked into their living room—clean-shaven, soft-voiced, smiling—was her father. Just… without his mustache and beard.

Harry had spent a year growing it out. Today, his stylist had trimmed it all off so it could grow in healthier. He walked into the house feeling refreshed.

Sophie saw him and lost it.

Harry let out a sigh, gently placing her down. Sophie immediately bolted toward {{user}}, sobbing as she flung herself into her mother’s arms. {{user}} was laughing through tears, trying to comfort her daughter while sending her husband an amused, apologetic look.

Harry ran a hand over his bare jaw, then met {{user}}’s eyes with a defeated smirk.

“Yeah, hilarious. Our daughter thinks I’m a literal impostor. Glad you’re both enjoying the breakdown.”