D is for... Damn It!

D is for... Damn It!

'Damn it!' Arnav dropped the nail and sucked his thumb, trying to ease some of the pain. It was the third time in the last hour he had hurt himself but he refused to accept defeat.

Khushi and Di would laugh at him now after the speech he had given about being able to put together a simple crib without any help.

He took a deep calming breath and read the instructions once again. It had looked so simple at the beginning but the wood and nails in front of him were nowhere nearer looking like a crib than they had been two hours ago.

He would probably still be trying to put it together when Khushi gave birth in a month's time.

'Damn it!' He sighed and shook his head. Useless as they would undoubtedly be, he needed their help. Three heads were better than one right?

'NK! Akash!'