|leni_ba||07:55 pm - drabble for open_on_sunday|
Buffy rose to her toes to look better over the crib’s edge. For all the fuss her mother had made, the six-year old wasn’t too impressed. “She’s all pink.”
Behind her, her parents laughed. “Did you bring the camera?” Joyce whispered. Hank nodded and Buffy heard the clicking noises. She studied carefully the sister that’d been brought home hours ago. “Will she break?” Because her body looked so fragile.
Her father picked up the small baby and offered her to Buffy. Her eyes rounded in amazement as Dawn was put into her care for the first time. “She is breathing!”