Diary Drabble: Uncle

This was impossible; he’d never held anything so small. Or quite so delicate. James looked down at the tiny bundle of blankets in his arms, promising this tiny creature he would be the very best of uncles.

“She’s perfect,” he said, soft because his voice sounded so loud in the stillness of the hospital room. His niece barely hours old, his sister exhausted but so contented-looking. It was silly. But it felt like time had stopped. “How are you feeling?”

“I don’t think you want the gory details...