"W-Wha is that?" Arnold managed to get out after a few minutes of staring in shock.

"Arnold… I can explain…" She looked at him terrified. She walked toward him, and he back up slowly.

"Explain what? You're pregnant… and you're here… why?"

"I didn't know where else…" She was interrupted.

"Why didn't you tell me sooner?" Arnold asked a little hurt.

"I- I was scared." Helga said quietly. They stared at each other for a few more minutes. Arnold was still in shock. Helga looked at him with tears forming in her eyes. 'fuck… I made her cry. 'he thought. Arnold adverted his eyes up to the clock. "Shit! I'm going to be late." He bolted to his room, grabbed his apron and ran out the door.

Helga stood there, unable to think of what to say, or do. He knew, He knew and now he was going to tell her to leave. She threw off the gloves and sat on the floor and started to cry again.

Arnold got to the store a few minutes later. The elderly owner walked out.

"Where were you Arnold? I was about to call you…. Did that pretty pregnant girl find you?"

Arnold looked at him, and suddenly felt sick. 'Pregnant… Helga? When… why… how?' he thought and then he remembered.

She threw his jeans at him, standing there in just her shirt and panties, nothing else. He smiled. His favorite part of her had always been her legs.

"Come on football head, your mom is going to come up here soon and I don't want her to see us like this." She grabbed her shorts and threw them on faster than Arnold could pull his jeans up. He managed to get them buttoned right when there was a knock on the door.

Stella popped her head in. "Dinner's ready, kids." She said smiling. Helga was the first to run out.

"Great Mrs. S… I'm starving…" Arnold followed not far behind smiling like an idiot.

"Arnold? ARNOLD…" the old man shook Arnold out of his little daydream.

"Oh… sorry, Bernie… I'm not feeling too well; do you think you can manage without me today?"

"Sure thing kid. Tell your mom I said hi."

"Will do, Bern... Bye" Arnold sped off, and was home faster than he could blink. He hopped out of the jeep and ran inside to see Helga still on the floor crying. He walked over to her and before she could look up. He embraced her tightly.

"I'm sorry, I'm so sorry." He whispered.

Helga looked up at him, "I'm sorry too… I should've told you sooner, but there was really nothing you could've done."

"I would've come back…" Arnold started to say, but she cut him off.

"No, you wouldn't… I wouldn't have let you. Besides maybe it's best it happened this way."

"How so?"

She grabbed his hand and placed it on her stomach. The baby kicked it furiously.

"Wow!"

"I know right?"

"So your parent's kicked you out over this? Those assholes…" He removed his hand from her stomach and brought it to her face, "Do you know what it's going to be?"

Helga shook her head "No… your mom is going to make an appointment for me tomorrow"

"I'm coming… I want to see it myself." Arnold smiled.

"You're not mad?" Helga asked. Arnold wiped her cheek with his thumb.

"No… I was surprised. I'm sorry I made you cry. Here… Let me help you up." He grabbed Helga's hand with his own and tried to help her up. She pushed him away.

"Crimney Arnold, I'm not that huge yet. I can get up myself." She got up still with ease. All those years of ballet paid off.

"When did you find out?"

"Huh?"

"That you were... p-pregnant." Arnold still couldn't really say it. It felt a little weird to him. Helga looked at him.

"About a week after you moved. I wanted to tell you, but I didn't want to burden you since you just moved here and was trying to get settled in and stuff."

"Yeah… true. But you shouldn't have kept it a secret. You should've told someone."

"Phoebe knows… and possibly Gerald and I would've gotten kicked out anyway."

"Oh… right… your family isn't exactly awesome."

"Yeah…"

Helga walked back over to the couch and sat down. Arnold followed and sat next to her.

"Have you thought about giving the baby up for adoption?" He asked touching her stomach again.

"No… I knew the second I found out I was pregnant that I wanted to keep it."

"But your only seventeen? How are you going to take care of a baby?"

"So… you're seventeen too, and besides, I'm not raising the baby by myself. That's another reason why I came down here. I wanted you to have a life with it too."

"But Helga… we go off to college in a year and a half. What will we do with it then?"

"I don't know yet, but we don't have to think about that now. We can think about it after it's born." Helga seemed slightly upset. Fearing he would end up saying something that would make her even more upset, Arnold shut up and put his arm around her.

"Hey… do you want to watch a movie?" He changed the subject. Helga nodded.

"What would you like to watch?"

"How about Knocked up… I always thought that movie was hilarious."

"Knocked up it is then…" Arnold said pulling the DVD off the bookcase and placing it into the DVD player.