What to expect when You're Arnold and Helga Shortman

The story begins with Helga waiting anxiously outside the Doors of Hilll wood preschool while her husband takes their child inside, with tears in her eyes, her memories go backward to senior year when Arnold returned and everything went from there... Taking off where The unaired Pataki's would end. A story filled with laughter, tears and pregnancy oh and original cast. Rated M

Set after the Patakis, Helga meets Arnold at the aiport when he wrote her telling her he was coming home for senior year. Aftrer years of exchanging letters he is finally coming home and Helga is anxiously waiting in chapter one of this anticipated story that has been on my mind for some time now.

Pregnancy is NOT fun I can tell you that right now. So Helga particular pregnancy will be based on my own experiences which are a bit biased as a lot of women have wonderful pregnancies and can work and run and pick daises all day happily. Yeah well I wasn't one of them. I also have a lot of knowledge on the subject too so it won't be a pregnancy fic that is all over the place and out of character, to sound pretentious as I love a good pregnancy fanfic but its hard to read them when someone has not either experienced pregnancy or known someone who has. I am also studying midwifery which for those who do not know is the study of babies, birth and the biology of a woman's ability to conceive and give birth.

PS if you have a pregnancy fic in progress PM me and ill tell you anything you need to know.

NOTE: Not all pregnancy fics should be about how lustful so to speak the girl in the fic is, sorry buckos it doesn't work like that. Oh and movies like "Knocked up" are not the best in terms of realism except the birth, that was done well. The bit after the birth was not realistic though but anyway this fic will be informative without being too graphic lol.

Chapter One

Helga shortman held a red umbrella over her dark pants and waited outside the inner city pre school. Arnold was taking their daughter inside, dressed in a yellow rain coat wearing a big smile for her daddy she beamed at all the other little children busying themselves in the warm environment with helpers and tables filled with toys and fun activities.

Watching from outside, Helga felt tears fall from her light blue eyes, tears that matched the drops of rain, hitting the pavement hard. Memories of her own lonely walks to pre school in the rain came back to her. The mud that splattered on her little pink overalls as she walked in the cold rain with no umbrella or coat. No Mommy or Daddy to hold her hand while she walked in. Just a lovely little boy in a bright yellow rain coat and golden smile to match his hair. Holding his umbrella over this little girl, cold and frightened as she was he sweetly told her that he liked her bow. His grandfather had driven him and waited as he led little Helga into preschool with him….

Helga could see her little girl, with the eyes of her mother and smile of her fathers, looking outside at her mother and waving happily. Helga waved back with a small smile letting the tears drop to the ground.

Arnold scooped her up and kissed her on the head saying "I love you sunshine girl." Before waving good bye and walking out the doors to greet his wife.

"You know why I could not come in don't you?" She looked at her husband.

Arnold placed his umbrella over his head and nodded. "Yes sweetheart I do."

Helga held his hand and together in the rain they walked toward their car.

"Thank you." Helga said.

Arnold faced her. "For what?"

Helga threw her umbrella on the floor and hugged him tightly. The rain fell against her clothes and her hair fell out of its bun and into ringlet curls.

"For Liking my bow." She whimpered her hot breath against his chest.

Arnold smiled and lowered his eyes. "You're welcome my girl."


FLASHBACK

Late summer, two weeks before Senior year was due to begin.

Helga Pataki, drummed her fingers along the table at one of the cafes in the International Arrivals section of the Hillwood international airport.
Her thoughts were racing, her throat was dry and she knew she would choke on her words when Arnold Shortman, the boy she had been writing to since he left at age fourteen would walk out of customs, through the automatic doors with a suitcase and satchel bag. No doubt he would be wearing baggy clothes and his hair would be greasy from the long plane journey home from San Lorenzo.

Oh how she anticipated this moment for so very long. Helga kept reading the letter over and over with her eyes, they remained dry until she reached the last part.

Can you believe this will be the last letter I will ever have to write you my darling? I'm coming back to hillwood for senior year and, well for you my love. My parents feel its best and they will join me once we graduate. I trust you and my grandparents are getting along. I am sorry you had to sit on the concrete steps with him and weep. I know you missed me because I missed you too, and every-time I received a letter in the post, I would make sure I was at base camp to eagerly receive it. Helga Pataki I love you, and I always will. Thank you for offering to pick me up at the airport. You must tell me about how you got your car that should be a laugh. I promise never to leave you again my love so you will need not run to San Lorenzo or anywhere else to find me, for I will be in your arms from now on, wherever we decided to go...

Yours forever

Arnold.

Helga just kept on reading and reading, making sure the words sunk in, as there departure four years ago was anything but lovely.

The blonde teen sighed when she remembered the night before he left.

"So you are just going?" "Because your parents have another mission?" She screamed.
Arnold scuffed his sneakers in the sand. The brushed against Helgas barefeet and she had tears in her blue eyes from the hurt she was feeling.

"I finally tell you after all these years I love you and always have." She spat. "What about that kiss at ten, the date at 12?" "The cuddles in bed together?"
"Did they mean nothing to you?"
Tired from screaming, Helga fell to her knees and the sand stuck to her jeans.

Arnold approached her and held back a tear. He patted her on the head and told her how much it mean for him to have his parents in his life again.
The last four years were amazing because he got to spend them in Hill wood with her, but high school time was approaching and Arnolds parents were needed in the Jungle again, this time Arnold would NOT be left alone, despite his grandparents still being well enough to look after him. He refused. He had to be with his mother and father who loved and missed him for so long.

Helga could not understand this loyalty, her parents never really cared about her and it was only getting worse as her dad moved from beepers to cellphones and mp3 players. Olga returned and was driving the whole family crazy even Bob. Miriam was at AA meetings so Helga yet again felt very alone and her only solace was in Arnold s arms, after sneaking into his room and looking at the stars under his large windows.

Helga felt Arnolds hand on hers, she was bright red with anger and hurt, for she knew in her heart he had to leave but was terrified of being alone without the boy who had always been in her life in one way or another. As the night fell over the beach side. Helga stood up and brushed herself off.

Arnold went to hug her. "I want to stay your boyfriend, Helga and write you as much as I can." he said with a downcast look.

Helga wiped her eyes then used her sleeve to wipe her nose. "Well bucko, you can't expect me to wait for god knows how long until you come back".

Arnold was upset. "Helga I thought our relationship went deeper than that." Arnold walked behind her and placed a hand on her pink hoodie.

She tore his hand away. "You are not going to war Arnold." "Criminy, what are we?"

"Helga." "If you wont write to me, I cannot stop you." He said.

Helga then turned around and looked sadly at him. "What about last night?" she asked.

Arnold bit his bottom lip. "You mean when we...?"

Helga rolled her eyes. "No I mean when we went to slausens at nine for ice cream." "Off course I mean when we had sex." she growled.

"I wanted our time to be special." "Mom and Dad only told me this morning and we still have two weeks left." he explained.

He pulled a piece of paper out of his hand, it was a letter Helga had written to him when they returned from San Lorenzo at age ten.

It read:

"Im glad you found your parents Arnold and in some way I was glad to be a part of it.
You know the truth about my feelings for you now.
What you choose to do with them is up to you.

Helga held the letter and felt herself tremble. She did not want things to end this way.

"Arnold..." "I..." She placed the letter in her soft pink hooded sweat pocket.

"I will see okay?" "Give me time." she said turning to walk away.

"Whatever you say Helga." Arnold said, walking in the other direction.

On the back of the piece of paper, was an address, it was Arnold base camp in San Lorenzo.

"I will be able to check base every four to five days so please write me, if you can." "I will be writing you."
"Love Arnold."


Helga leaned backwards in her chair and folded the letter she had read until her eyes grew tired in her pocket.

Playing with the locket that had Arnold s picture inside with her sweaty palms, she waited for the voice over the intercom to announce the arrival of flight SL345 Arnold's Flight.

Meanwhile on the plane:

In anxious anticipation a tired and weary Arnold wriggled his legs in his seat. The flight was lowering in threw the clouds, the city was coming into view and his heart was beating even faster than ever before as it descended slowly. It would be another half an hour before the finally landed but each minute was like a knife...

Biting his nails in one hand, he skimmed the last letter Helga wrote to him.

"Dear Arnold.
I just cannot believe you are coming back. Oh how lonely and painful these years have been for me, I was waiting, waiting for some light to shine once again and you must keep these thoughts of mine on paper a secret or Ill tear you limb from limb, I am a Pataki after all and a Pataki plays their cards extremely close to their chests you know? that is not to say I do not long for your hands on my chest xoxoxo. How I have changed and I imagine you too. We have both gone from fourteen year old scatter brained youths into a young man and a yougn woman. This woman will only love you. She always has and I would be happy to collect you from the airport in my mothers old Volvo, oh how Bob grates me, like I said before in our many letters, he is seldom home, nor is Miriam but at least she has given up the poison which was slowly ruining her life and everyone around hers. The good thing is Olga is no longer the blue eyed girl whom everyone loves, infact she has been out of work for some time, trying to pursue her dream in holly wood and when that fell through well lets just say a job waiting tables seemed the only solution at the moment.

Arnold the times they have changed, nothing is what it was but all that does remain is our love for each other, despite our ups and downs and four years of nothing but letters and imagination we will finally meet again. Promise me you wont leave again, for wherever you choose to go from senior year, I too shall go. Do not expect a beautiful sonnet from me but know this, when you step onto the Airport floor and walk through those gates, I will be there. Wearing the locket I have had since seven years old, with both of us pictured together. You will know me by my long blonde hair and well because you know me through and through Arnold and I know you, football head, my football head, yours forever.

See you soon xoxox

Helga G Pataki.


Two hours later and after almost losing her mind, Helga heard that the flight had landed and she jumped off her seat and sprinted toward the arrival gate, her hands clung to the bar outside, she could smell the metal from her sweat stained hands. She wondered if he would notice her new eye brows, her slightly larger breasts and her skinny jeans, that made her figure look toned and slender. "Why am I thinking these stupid thoughts?" "Get a hold of yourself ol girl." she whispered to herself.

Then as if a dream that had come to life, Arnold entered, tired, wearing baggy clothes and his hair, off blonde and long, tied behind his neck..
He wore a green jacket, khaki pants and a smile...

He instantly recognized Helga, and noticed how she had changed. The locket and her body had grabbed his attention.

She was trying to hide it but that smile on Helgas face could not be hidden and since no one from PS 318 was watching, Helga lept over the bar and sprinted toward her love. Arnold immediately dropped his bags and embraced her in a large hug.

"Thank you for waiting for me." He panted, almost unable to speak.

"Shhh." Helga wept.

Tears dried on Arnolds jacket and despite the sweaty dirty appearance, Helga inhaled his scent which she had came to love and in that instant all of the memories of their relationship came flooding back.

"Never leave again." She choked...


TBC

(OMG I was holding back tears when I wrote this first chapter.)

Is this good, its it worth continuing, let me tell you there is much more emotion and effort in this fic.

I will be away a week but I do hope you guys read and review, I have already written it down on paper and have the pages to add. Its a lovely fic and how I would love the Patakis to be.

BTW Craig Bartlett replied to my post on his timeline. He is such a friend to his fans.

God bless everyone

Julz xoxoxo