Baby on the way

IN the week since Paul and Nina had brought baby Milly home from the maternity ward, a stream of newly promoted grandparents, aunts and uncles had come to welcome her into the family with love and pre

OPEN wide!” my little sister Mia cried, as she clambered up beside Dad on the sofa. “OK, but you’re just having a look,” Dad answered, lowering his newspaper to his lap. “No poking about in there.” He

MY mum and dad don’t live together. They split up two years ago, when I was eight. I mostly live with Mum, in our cosy semi-detached house where I have my own bedroom. But I also have my own room in D

I WOKE up after a vivid dream of Eleanor. I’d had quite a few recently. Eleanor was my half-sister. She was older than me – the daughter of Dad’s first wife, Dorrie. My mum only found out he had a fir

IN years to come, when Sebastian was looking back on this moment, he was for ever reminded of this P.G. Wodehouse quote – “Unseen, in the background, Fate was quietly slipping the lead into the boxing

Jane’s phone vibrated in her pocket and she got it out and glanced at it surreptitiously. It was January 6th, far too early for the baby to be on the way, but you never knew. Another two weeks until t