Title: It Could Happen – Sequel to How Could It Be?
Summary: Helga and Arnold have new lives. Witness how they fall deeply for each other throughout this story of romance, action, and drama. (Hopefully it'll be actiony and drama-y) Challenges are faced. What depths would some people go to to get the ones they love? Oh yeah, Jacqueline's in here too.
Rating: PG-13 for adult content
A/N:
Well…hope
you all review…and…yes. Hope you all are happy that I made this sequel… I
worked hard on it.
"Aaarrgg! ARNOLD!" Helga screamed. "Diapers! Hurry!"
Arnold dashed into the room with diapers in his hands and quickly gave them to Helga as she disposed of the dirty diaper and put the new one on Jacqueline. They had managed to make a small area for the baby in Helga's room. The week after the baby was born, they had bought a crib, rocking chair, mobile…everything you can think of…just for their bundle of joy.
Yeah, now a days, Arnold would sleep in a cot in Helga's room and share the responsibility of the baby during the night. Before, he just stayed in his room with the baby walkie-talkies in his and Helga's room. Then when the baby cried, he would stumble down the stairs and go to Helga's room. Though it wasn't the most efficient way to help. He ended up fracturing his arm falling down one night.
It's all better now though. He currently still sleeps in the same room as Helga. Every weekend, they take little Jacqueline out to the park to just stroll around. All the locals loved her and didn't give it a second thought that Arnold had knocked up Helga, or that they were still in High School.
Probably the only people who haven't seen Jacqueline were Helga's parents.
"Ah, fresh and clean," Helga smiled, kissing Jacqueline's forehead. "You are just so adorable…yes you are…"
Jacqueline giggled and her chubby little hands opened towards Helga. Helga raised her up. "Such a darling little girl."
Arnold loved seeing Helga's maternal side. After all those years of beating kids up and acting like she doesn't have a heart at all, she suddenly starts acting caring and motherly. He just couldn't get enough of it. That's probably why he kept her with him for so long.
Helga bounced the baby lightly and said silly things to her.
Arnold let out a sigh and fell back on Helga's pink covered bed. Helga put Jacqueline back in her crib to play with her teddy bear and stood in front of Arnold. "Don't tell me you're tired!"
"Nah, I had my share of four hours of sleep last night," he yawned. "I can barely notice my red eyes anymore. The burning seemed to ease after the sixth month of being with Jacqueline."
"But, Arnold…Jacqueline's only five months old."
"My point exactly."
Helga rolled her eyes and fell on top of him. "Oof!" growled Arnold. "What do you think I am? A bean bag?"
"You're very stupid, Arnold."
"Is that what you really think?"
"Really, Arnold. School started, we're seniors, Jackie is growing up. We gotta start loosening up." She sat up on Arnold's thighs and bent down and kissed his lips.
Lately, she was so proud of herself for losing almost all of the weight she'd gained during pregnancy, she just couldn't help but get all over Arnold. Quite unbelivable, I know. But you should've seen the way she worked out. Low Carb diets, Vegetarian Mondays, No grain Thursdays. It was crazy. She spent her whole summer losing weight.
Arnold, on the other hand, spent his summer reading to her about steps on taking care of children.
"Mmm," he murmered in between kisses. "Been taking lessons, have you?"
"You can say that…" She began to kiss down his neck, as her hands went under his shirt and on top of his body. You wouldn't believe what a strong body he had.
The baby began to cry.
Helga pouted and exasperatedly sighed and fell on top of Arnold again. Arnold kissed the top of Helga's forehead and lifted her off of him and went to go tend to the baby.
Helga flipped over and layed on her back. "Don't tell me she's hungry…"
"Nah. Just feels a little stuffy."
"Big surprise…this whole room is stuffy. It just screams 'I'm so dull, Helga…give me some energy! Open a window! Give me some colors!'"
Arnold rolled his eyes. "Do you wanna go outside, Helga?"
Helga inhaled a deep breath and held it. She let it out slowly. "Nope. Not really."
"Then we have no choice but to be tortured here."
"But, why though?"
"It's taco night. Grandma's having a fiesta."
"Whoopdie doo," replied Helga, twirling her index finger in the air. She sat up on her bed. "I wouldn't want to miss taco night."
"That's why I asked you if you wanted to go out. Ya know, I was thinking maybe we could go out tonight and eat somewhere really nice and fancy. Like Chez Paris. And maybe leave Jacqueline here with Suzie…" Arnold winked, cradling Jacqueline in his arms.
"Maybe then we could hide out in my room until we hear the baby cry through the baby talkies." His voice sounded so warming. So sexy. So utterly Arnold.
Helga instantly smiled. "Sounds like a plan."
"I'll give you an hour to get ready. It's five o'clock. By the time the clock strikes six…I'll be here for you."
"What about Jackie?"
"I'm dropping her off right now. Don't worry." He gave her a warm smile and walked out of the room.
Helga raised an eyebrow and started giggling furiously. Quickly, she ran into the bathroom to get ready.
Arnold knocked on the door. "Suzie," he said loudly.
The door opened. "Oh Hi Arnold!" She greeted. "Wanna come in and sit down?"
"Ah, no, no. I was just wondering if you could watch Jacqueline tonight. I'm taking Helga out for dinner tonight. You know? To ease her stress," said Arnold.
"Aw, that is so sweet…where are you two going?"
"Chez Paris."
"Aww!" she awed. "I remember when I used to go there. When I was still going out with that dentist!" She looked at Oskar inside. "You know, he would've never made me pay for the check!"
"Aw, Suzie! I told you I would pay you back! I promise…see I'm going to go to work now. To pay you back." Oskar gathered up a few papers on the coffee table and stuffed them into his coat pockets and made his way out the door through Suzie and Arnold. "See? I'm getting an early start to make more money. Ha ha?"
"Oh puh-lease, Oskar."
Oskar glanced at Jacqueline. "Can I hold her?"
Before Arnold could say anything, Oskar took Jacqueline from his arms. "Aw, she's turning so beautiful, Arnold. She has your head."
"Yeaah…okay."
"Oskar!" snapped Suzie.
"All I need is fifty dollars. Please, Suzie? I love you…" He held the baby close to him.
Suzie rolled her eyes and reached into her pocket and took out a fifty and gave it to Oskar whom gave the baby to Suzie and then ran off. "I promise I'll bring it back!" He shouted down the stairs.
"The fact is…he always comes home in the middle of the night and starts sucking his thumb and starts to cry about being mugged." She rolled her eyes.
Arnold chuckled. "When Jacqueline's asleep you can go ahead and put her in Helga's room."
Suzie grinned. "Alright. I know the drill. Have a nice night Arnold."
"You too, Suzie. And thanks again."
"No problem."
Red or black, red or black, red or black. Arg! Since when did choosing between a black and red dress become so difficult?! Red would be nice because it's so seductive. But her black dress was so cute and sexy. Thinking, thinking…
"That's it!" she growled. "I'm going to wear the blue dress!"
Not a bad pick, if you ask me, it had a glittery sequence on the neckline and it was low cut, along with speghetti straps. It brought out the color of her blonde hair. She put it on with fifteen minutes to spare and put her face together and put up her hair. Just as she was putting on some mascara, there was a knock on her door.
"Mademoiselle!" called Arnold.
"Uh…just five seconds!" Helga shouted back. Quickly, she combed up her eyelashes with the mascara and grabbed her purse. She stood in front of the door and drew in a deep breath and let it out slowly. Then, she finally opened the door to see Arnold smirking wearing a white dress shirt and black pants.
How classy…and oh-so tempting to Helga. She had an urge to take it off.
"You look beautiful," he complimented, putting out his bent arm.
Helga linked her arm with his. "You don't look too bad yourself." Together they walked down the hall and down the stairs.
Just as they were approaching the front door, Grandma caught a glimpse of them as she sat in the living room.
"Hola Arnold, Hola Seniorita Helga!" she greeted. "Not staying for tacos tonight?"
"No, Grandma…we're going out tonight. Don't wait up," replied Arnold.
"Have fun! Oopa!" She shouted back at them as they walked out the door.
"Oopa?" mumbled Helga. "Isn't that Greek?"
Arnold shrugged. "Grandma doesn't know the difference."
"Bonjour! Je m'appelle Pierre. And I am your waiter for tonight," said the snobby French man with his long nose stuck up, wearing a cheap tux. He handed Arnold and Helga their menus. "Tonight we have a special French Onion Soup."
"Thank you," said Helga.
"Would you two like anything to drink?" he offered.
"Water is fine…" replied Arnold.
"Oui," mumbled Pierre. "Right away." He walked away.
Helga smiled and closed her menu. "I feel so good being here with you. Just you and me. Helga and Arnold. Exactly the way it's supposed to be." She leaned her cheek on her hand. "Don't you just love being out at night?"
"J'adore it." He grinned. "And I love your hair too…and your dress…and your lipstick…" he leaned in closer to Helga.
The waiter cleared his throat.
Arnold straightened up.
Pierre gave them each their glasses of water and took their orders. What a lovely night it was molding to be. They were both going to be alone for the whole night, the moon was full and they were sharing a candlelit dinner. Such a picture perfect moment.
"Can this night get any better?" wondered Helga aloud. "I feel so good."
"Me too…" he took her hands in his and lifted them up to his lips. "And you look just beautiful…"
Helga smiled. "Why thank you, football head." She giggled.
"Things don't seem too bad after being able to spend some romantic nights with you."
"There can be a lot more romantic nights…maybe we can even have some romantic get-aways. Maybe go to Paris. Drink some champaigne," sighed Helga.
"Yeah. Go on a cruise to Florida."
"Dancing the night away…" Helga smiled. "Yeah, that would be my fantasy. Just to dance barefoot on the beach, while the sun is setting…"
"Sounds good."
Then Helga heard a familiar murmer in the table next to theirs. She couldn't put her finger on who it was. But it was so utterly familiar. Yeah, it was rude to stare, but she had to turn around and look at who they were.
Her eyes widened and her jaw dropped. "Miriam?" It was her mother. Not with Big Bob…no, no. But with another man. About the same height, thinner, and with a full head of dark brown hair and a mustache. He looked so familiar.
Helga could've sworn she'd seen him somewhere before. Then a stupid chime rang in her head. Oh my God, she thought, my mother is going out with the appliance guy from TV. What's his name? Oh yeah, Aaron of Aaron's Appliance Kingdom.
Miriam tipped her glass of champagne over on the table cloth. She looked so different. She wasn't wearing her glasses and her eyes were done with black mascara and eyeliner. Her hair was up really nicely and her lips were a lush red. Whoa. Miriam looked hot.
Her white gloves fingers touched her lips. "Oh my…Helga dear…"
"Is this one of your daughters?" the man mumbled. He looked better than in the commercials. But Helga just completely ignored him.
"Mom…what are you doing…?"
"H-Helga…this is Aaron. Aaron Blackwell," Miriam tried to say calmly.
"The Appliance guy from TV?" Arnold wondered aloud.
Helga glared back at him. She suddenly realized that she was standing up. "Where's Big Bob?"
"He's out of town in Seattle for business."
"And so what's this guy doing here?"
"I'm your mother's boyfriend," he said humbly.
As much as Helga knew Miriam and Big Bob's relationship was getting old, she didn't realize they didn't care for each other this much. "Is this true?" she looked at Miriam with dazed eyes.
"Well…" mumbled Miriam.
"Well? Yes or no?"
"Yes." Miriam shifted in her seat uncomfortably. "Look, Helga," she looked around her. "Can we possibly talk about this later?"
"I can't believe you would do this! I mean! UGH!" Helga stormed out of the resteraunt.
"Oh dear," muttered Miriam, burying her face in her hands.
Arnold ran out after Helga.
"C'mon, Helga…be sensible," pleaded Arnold. "You just don't walk out of a fancy restaurant like that!"
"Didn't you see who my mom was with?" she scowled. "I knew that the two were falling apart, but this is crazy."
"So I'm guessing you don't want to go back in?"
"What do you think?" She crossed her arms and frowned.
"Well, then let's go home." Arnold forced himself to smile.
Helga looked at him. "You really want to go home?"
Arnold nodded. "If it'll make you happy." He put his arm around her waist. "I'd do anything to see you happy."
Helga put her hand in Arnold's back pocket. "I…" she murmered softly.
"Yeah?"
"I'm really happy that you care so much about me." She grinned. Damn, she thought, why couldn't you say it?
"Of course," he kissed her cheek.
***
They walked into Helga's room quietly to find it dark and cold. They tiptoed to Jacqueline's crib and switched on a light. She was sleeping soundly with her stuffed teddy bear in her arm. The pink blanket covered her whole body.
"She's sleeping," whispered Helga.
"I can see that," Arnold replied.
The two of them leaned over the wooden crib and smiled at their baby. "I can't wait until she can talk."
"Yeah, then she can be a smart-mouth like her mother," Arnold joked.
Helga jabbed her elbow into his rib.
"Joke!" he chuckled.
"She'll be the most popular girl in school. And have only the best. We'll turn her into a new Rhonda, except not as conceited and she'll have taste."
"Good idea. Then we'll let her date when she's thirty-five."
"My thoughts exactly," commented Helga. "Oh, you just reminded me…the other day I heard that Lila wants to get back together with you."
Arnold groaned. "She's such a spaz…man, can't she bug someone else?"
"You could go out with her if you wanted, Arnold. I mean, I'm not holding you back or anything. It's not like we're married."
There was an akward silence.
"I could if I wanted. But the fact is, I don't want to. I want to be with you. Here with Jacqueline. Just the way fate made it." He looked at her and took her hand in his. "I l-…"
Helga's eyes grew larger.
"I like you a lot."
A/N2: please don't forget to READ AND REVIEW. Sorry
about those French phrases. I'm trying to practice my french. Anywhoo. Je m'appelle
means I am. J'adore means I love. The rest I'm pretty sure you guys can figure
it out.
Never throw things at your friends.