A/N: Gerald x Helga from Arnold's POV (after the prologue). When it goes to the Present they are all 33, so in the Prologue they are 23. Inspired by the song "That's My House" by Toby Keith

**I started this so long ago, and finally figured I should finish it. So hopefully it isn't too bad xD

10 Years Ago

Arnold was hugging Helga tightly, their 3 year old twins were waiting patiently for their turn at a hug. This had all started a few weeks ago. Their dinner of hot dogs with macaroni and cheese had been interrupted by a phone call. Arnold had answered it but could hardly understand what the person was saying "Help…fath…moth…dest…" and then the line had cut dead.

Arnold was suddenly thankful for caller id and he looked up the number quickly. It was from a town not too far from the San Lorenzo Jungle. It had to have been something to do with his parents. That was the only explanation. After the kids were in bed he and Helga talked it over. Helga was ready to fight tooth and nail over him just packing up and leaving, but she knew deep down that even if she tried he was going to find a way.

"I love you Helga. I always will." He said softly and kissed her.

"I love you too Arnold…please be safe."

Then Arnold knelt down to hug the twins, Monica and Matthew. "You two be good for mommy okay?"

"We will!" They hugged him back. Arnold stood again and picked up his suitcase, walking out to the car. They followed him to the door and as he was getting in the driver side he heard little Matthew speak up again. "Back soon daddy!"

I hope so little guy. Arnold thought as he drove off. Before going to the airport he went to Gerald's apartment. He made Gerald promise to look after Helga and the twins, and make sure they were taken care of.

Present Day

I didn't ever think I would be gone so long from Hillwood. It's hard to describe what happened in San Lorenzo. Some things I don't even know if I can ever put in to words. As soon as the plane landed I met up with George, one of the men who had been friends of my parents and I had met a few times over the years. He escorted me to a jeep and we drove through to the heart of the jungle where his team's camp was set up.

Everything that happened…the memories…suffice it to say that things didn't end well. None of it matters now though. I pulled my truck in to the empty house, opposite of my own. There were two cars in my drive way: Helga's pink Toyota and Gerald's black truck. Communications in San Lorenzo are practically non-existent if you want to reach a house phone this far out. I tried a couple times but it failed. I wrote some letters but there was never a chance to send them.

I shut off my rental car-after 10 years of being gone my truck is long gone as well- and get out, looking around the neighborhood a moment. Then I make my way quietly up to the house. The curtains are open, it looks like everyone is sitting down to dinner. The twins…my god, they're so big now. At least thirteen years old…Helga still looks so beautiful, maybe a bit worn.

Then I see it- the baby bump- it's not so big yet, but it's there. And there's Gerald, setting down something and then kissing her forehead. I shouldn't be surprised. After so long, with no communication, maybe they think I'm dead. I know I would.

How would they react if I knocked on the door? If I was suddenly back after 10 years? It would probably do more harm than good. Gerald will take good care of them all, I know that. I turn and quickly walk away, back to the car. Where will I go now? Maybe I can go back to San Lorenzo, try to finish what my parents started.

First though, maybe I need to get in touch with Brian. Just make sure that Gerald really is treating them all well. Brian would know and he wouldn't lie. He also wouldn't tell Helga that I'm still alive. Then if all really is well, I'll be able to leave and know that they're in good hands.