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And yes, I think that both Arnold and Helga would need more than five minutes. There won't be any lemons in this story. I haven't gotten to that point in my fanfic writing just yet, but maybe one day.

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Chapter Three: Breaking the News Part 2

Arnold's parents had been the first to arrive. Helga made sure to hide her engagement ring when she hugged Arnold's mom and dad. She didn't want them to see, not just yet. Olga and Bob had to be present as well.

Stella, Arnold's mom, gave Helga a huge hug.

"Helga, it's so nice to see you! And you look so grown up too!"

Helga smiled, and thanked her unknowing-soon-to-be-mother-in-law.

"Where's Arnold?" Stella asked, looking around for her only son.

"Hi, mom!"

Arnold came down the stairs, and Stella rushed to greet her son. Miles, Arnold's father also hugged his kid.

"So, is anyone else coming?"

"Helga's dad, and older sister, Olga."

At the mention of Olga's name, the doorbell rang, and Helga rushed to open the door. Standing there was her dad and sister.

The wind was knocked out of Helga has her sister launched herself at her in a hug.

"Baby sister! I haven't seen you in weeks! How are you doing? Oh my god, look at your outfit! You look great, Helga!"

Helga rolled her eyes, but nonetheless returned the hug from her sister.

"Great to see you too, Olga."

The two sisters had gotten closer as Helga grew older. Olga would sometimes ask Helga if she wanted to go out for drinks every now and then, and Helga would gladly accept. They would talk about their jobs, their relationships, and just about anything, really.

Bob also went over to hug his daughter. His relationship with Helga had also greatly improved.

"Dad, Olga, I want to introduce you to a couple of people. These are Arnold's parents. Miles, Stella, this is my dad, and this is my sister, Olga."

Bob and Miles shook hands.

"It's very good to meet you Bob, Olga."

Bob smiled.

"Feelings mutual."

"Ok then, I've prepared brunch, so why don't we all go and sit down?"

"Helga, you made brunch? I didn't know you liked to cook. Every time we asked you to help with Thanksgiving Dinner, you always tried to find some way out of it."

"Yeah, well, change of mind, I guess."

"Oh, you are just so full of surprises, baby sister!"

'You have no idea, Olga,' Helga thought as she shook her head, You have no idea.'

They all made their way to the table, and sat down.

"So, Bob, what do you do for a living?"

"Well, I sell beepers and cell phones. I just signed a deal with Flag Staff Tech(1) and they said they would be willing to sell some of my products."

"Big Bob's Beepers…is that the one?" Stella spoke up, her hand holding a fork covered in waffles.

"Sure. Been runnin' that baby since before Olga and Helga were born."

"I knew that name sounded familiar," Miles replied, wiping his mouth with a white cloth napkin, " I recently bought a cell phone from your online website. Got a great deal for it, too, when I purchased one for Stella."

"Ah, you got the buy one, get one half off deal, did you?"

"Yes, and so far Stella and I love them."

Stella turned to her son, eager to ask him how everything was going on in his life.

"So, Arnold, how's school going for you?" Arnold shrugged a bit.

"Oh, you know, mom. It's been going great, but it's, well…it's a lot of work."

"That's what happens when you become an archeologist. Hey, Helga, Arnold told me that you also have a job running your own blog. How's that going?"

"It's actually going really good," Helga replied, piling whipped cream onto her waffled. I just finished a post on why William Shakespeare's villainous portrayal of Richard III was highly debatable."

"That sounds really fascinating, Helga," Olga said, "didn't you also write a post not too long ago about how…oh, what was it called? Uhm….something about Superior Chic Magazine (2) and plus sized women?"

"You mean, why Super Chic Magazine shouldn't be supported because they refuse to hire women who are above a size 2?"

"Yes! That's the one!"

Stella's eyes lit up.

"Now, I'm interested. What got you to write about that, Helga?"

"Well, to be honest, I was checking the local news, and I came across an article about a woman who had been denied a position at Superior Chic because she was a size 14, and I guess it just pissed me off." Arnold began to chuckle.

"Oh, I remember that. Helga, you couldn't stop talking about it for days. Every time you saw a copy of that magazine I had to hold you back from ripping it to shreds."

"Hey! It wasn't even about her dress size, it was also the fact that she interned with several other fashion magazines, so she obviously had experience, and she still wasn't hired."

The group ended up in a long conversation about workers rights, appearance and discrimination. When they decide that they could eat no more, Helga began clearing the plates.

As she was putting them in the sink (the rest had gone into the living room to chat some more), Arnold walked up to her.

"You know, now would be a good time to break the news.

Helga paused for a moment. Then,

"Got it. You get the glasses, I'll get that fancy champagne you bought at the store."

"But, didn't everyone have champagne at brunch?"

"Aww, what's one more glass or two gonna do?"

When the champagne glasses were filled, Helga and Arnold walked out to the living room, and handed each guest a glass.

"Arnold, Helga, what is all this?"

"Geez Helga, trying to get us all drunk?"

Helga smirked, but shook her head. She stood next to Arnold, her own glass held against her chest.

Arnold cleared his throat, as he put an arm around Helga's waist.

Arnold: "Everyone, Helga and I have a very important announcement to make."

He looked at Helga, indicating that it was her turn to speak.

"Football Head here finally gathered up the guts to proposed to me."

There was silence, and then…

A chorus of cheers. Olga ran up and tackle hugged her sister, nearly spilling both their champagnes. Miles profusely congratulated his son, and Stella had tears of joy running down her face.

Bob also hugged his daughter, after Helga finally managed to pry a happily sobbing "my baby sister is getting married," Olga off of her.

"You did good, kid. I want you to know just how lucky you are to have my daughter."

Helga's eyes widened.

"Why does something tell me that you knew about this before anyone else did?"

Bob laughed.

"Are you kidding? The boy did right by asking my blessing first. I did the same thing when I was ready to get married. Always follow tradition, is what I say."

"Arnold, sweetie, how come you didn't tell your father and I?"

Arnold smiled.

"Honestly, mom, I thought that a surprise was the best way to tell you guys."

"Well, we're all very happy for you, son. Both you and Helga. Your mother and I couldn't be prouder."

There were more hugs and more congratulations, and then all the guests started filling out. Olga had asked Helga is she wanted to do dinner sometime before she left with Bob, and Helga happily agreed.

Helga walked back into the kitchen to finish up the dishes.

As she washed the plates, she stopped to look at her engagement ring. She smiled, thinking about how she was the luckiest girl in the world.

She was about to be the wife of the boy she loved for so many years. Life honestly, couldn't have been more perfect.

Notes:

1: A made up company. I actually used a business name generator. I can't tell you how many times I typed in something with the word Tech, only to find that the company name I had chosen was already taken.

2: A made up magazine, as far as I know.