Disclaimer: Craig Bartlette owns all the characters and Hey Arnold.
Also this is my first fanfic so please review! More to come if this is liked!
I don't want to include a lot of background before hand since these are one shots and I think reading them is the best way to get the context.
Arnold's boots made deep imprints in the newly fallen snow outside the old red building. It was late and the street lamp flickered, finally deciding to illuminate the stoop in a soft yellow light. He came up to the green door and nudged it open as a gust of chilling wind invaded the home and blew in a whirl of snowflakes. Arnold quickly closed the door behind him and shivered. 'Another long and cold day' he thought to himself as he slipped out of his snow-covered boots, letting them make a puddle under the coat rack and placed his coat above.
The old house was quite; most of the boarders were probably asleep in their rooms at this time of night. The lights were out in all of the rooms except the one drawing him to the end of the hallway. He trudged up the stairs recollecting all the tiring events of the day with his patients. He really didn't like working so late, or coming home so tired, but being the self-less professional he was he stayed late when a few patients asked for emergency therapy sessions.
He lifted his body up the stairs one by one and let down the second set of stairs up to his room. They creaked as they came down and Arnold sighed preparing his tired body for another ascent. He reached his bedroom door and opened it gently making sure not to create too much noise. Instantly, he felt the warmth inside and a subtle, but unmistakably familiar, vanilla scent entered his nostrils. He closed his eyes and inhaled for a second letting his shoulders relax and finally feeling at home. The room was dark except for the dim light and quite hum of a television in the corner across from the bed. He eased out of his work cloths and took out a pair of pajama bottoms from the dresser. They were soft and comforting, and reminded him of how desperately he needed sleep. He went over and switched the TV off before moving to the bed where a figure lay facing the wall. He could tell she was sleeping. Her breathing was slow and even, and she made no motion to move as he slipped under the covers and edged closer. He wrapped his arm around her middle and buried his face in her wavy blond hair that was currently cascading all over their pillows. 'Yes, definitely vanilla' he smiled to himself as he cuddled closer. As he gently began to graze her exposed neck with light kisses, the woman hummed in pleasure and shifted to turn over to face him in his arms. She slowly opened her eyes groggily,
"I tried to wait up for you," she said with a slight frown of disappointment for falling asleep without achieving her goal. Arnold gave a small, exhausted chuckle and reached his hand out to gently stroke Helga's now large, round abdomen.
"You have the most important job of all, no wonder you two were exhausted. Besides you deserve all the rest you can get". He looked down into her eyes as a smile began to appear on her features and she placed her hand over his.
"It's not long now," she said gazing up into his eyes. Arnold smiled and leaned over to place a kiss on her stomach right above their hands before moving back up.
"I..." he kissed her forehead, "can't…" he kissed her nose, "wait" he covered her mouth with his. He broke the kiss and looked at Helga's face, slightly flushed from the contact and eyes still closed reveling in the moment. "Good night, Helga" he said as he leaned back onto his pillow with a content smile and brought her in closer.
"Good night, my love" Helga whispered as she nuzzled her face into the crock of his neck and the two drifted off to sleep.