Disclaimer: I do not own Hey Arnold! Or anything else that probably sounds like you could make some money off of it.

This will be a short collection of drabbles and/or oneshots that are directly related to my story Dropped the Ball. They are best described as 'deleted scenes'; ideas and moments that I enjoyed the thought of, but felt did not fit well in any of my chapters. I'm also hoping these will suffice when the juices aren't flowing to crank out any new chapters.

There will be nine chapters, with ratings varying from PG-R. The rating, as well as a brief description and time at which it takes places, will be at the beginning of every chapter.

Enjoy!

Chapter Title: Cock-shot

Timeline: Sometimes later in the 2nd Trimester.

Rating: PG-13

Summary: Discussing why sex won't hurt the baby later in the 2nd trimester. Drabble.

Word Count: 357

"Okay, I'm really not sure about this Helga."

"Ugh, why!?"

Arnold laid back on the mattress and pressed the heels of his hands to his eyes, "Look, its just…weird! Before, it wasn't so bad because you weren't even showing so I could kind of…I don't know, forget about it while we were, uh…you know-

"So, now I'm too fat for you to have sex with?" Helga spat as she placed her hands on her hips.

"No!" Arnold blurted, his hands going to her shoulders as he sat himself back up, "Helga, you're not fat, you're pregnant. I still think you're attractive, its just…" Arnold gestured to the bump between them, "I can now feel the baby and see him moving around in there and its just…strange! Like, what if he can feel what's going on?"

"Well he can, but-

"See! That's weird! Is that…do you not find that a little weird? Like, when you…you know, finish…gah, no this is just too awkward!"

"Arnold!" Helga held his face and looked him straight in the eye, "This is perfectly normal. So, since its normal, that means everyone probably does it. Which means your parents probably did it. And you're just fine, right? No emotional or mental scarring from your womb days, right?"

Arnold blinked, "Well, now I might."

Helga rolled her eyes and dropped her hands, "Its really not that big of a deal."

"But, what if we somehow hurt him? I mean, he's getting bigger everyday now and taking up more space; what if I hurt him?"

Helga softened her gaze a little and shifted a little where she sat on his lap, "Arnold, we're doing everything the doctor says. I promise that as long as we do that, our baby will be just fine."

Arnold sighed, "Yeah?"

Helga nodded, "And besides, what you have ain't long enough to hurt him anyway."

Arnold fell back on the mattress, "You know what? I'm suddenly not in the mood anymore."