"So what do you think it's going to be?" Arnold asked handing Helga a peanut butter and banana sandwich.

"hmmmm…. I haven't thought about it. Probably a girl, but then again it could be a boy." She said as she munched happily on the sandwich. Arnold sat beside her on the couch surfing through the channels, which were mostly Spanish soap operas and dubbed over English shows. He placed his arm over Helga and smiled.

"What do you think it's going to be?" She asked smiling back at him. He removed his arm from around her and placed it on her stomach. The baby gave an aggressive kick to it. He smiled even bigger.

"I don't care what it is, as long as it's healthy and it is." He began to rub her belly affectionately. The baby continued to kick. "Well aren't you just feisty." He cooed to the baby.

"What names do you like?" Arnold asked taking the now empty plate away from Helga and placing it into the sink. He walked back over to her and sat back down. Helga rubbed her stomach and thought about it.

"I've always liked the name Alexia Ana. What about you? What name do you like?"

"I like that name, sounds tough, yet sweet at the same time. Kind of like you. " Arnold smirked at Helga who stuck out her tongue at him, "I like the name Joshua Philip, you know like after my grandpa."

"So it's settled then. That's what its names are going to be after it's born."

"Yup…" Arnold stopped short of what he was going to say. A car door could be hear slamming.

"Did you hear that?" Helga asked as a faint male laughter could be heard from outside.

"Oh shit…" Arnold said quickly getting up and throwing a blanket over Helga's slightly bulged stomach.

"What is it?"

"My dad's home early. Stay here." Arnold said as he ran to meet his dad at the door.

Miles walked in looking slightly exhausted, but happy to be home. Arnold grabbed his suitcase and greeted his dad with a slightly worried looked.

"Dad? I thought you weren't going to be home until next week?"

"Aww… you know me kiddo, I missed your mom and you way to much, so I finished up and came home early."

"Oh… that's um… great." Arnold carried his dad's luggage to his parent's room, and came back out into the kitchen where Miles was pouring himself a cup of coffee. Thank God he hadn't noticed Helga yet, or her stomach...Arnold thought. Arnold grew increasingly worried as his dad began to wonder towards the living room.

"Hey Dad… wouldn't you like to take a nap or something, you look exhausted. " Arnold stated grabbing his dad's arm and leading him away from the living room.

"Nonsense, I would like to watch some tv with my son. Oh…" Miles broke free of Arnolds grasp and stopped dead in the doorway of the living room. There sat Helga, staring back at Miles with the same worried and shocked expression that both the males in the house possessed.

"Um… Hi, Mr. Shortman." Helga stammered giving off a nervous chuckle.

"Wow, when did you get here Helga? " Miles said when the shock wore off. He walked over and sat down beside the girl who pulled the blanket more loosely around her so the bump wouldn't show.

"A-about two days ago I think?" She looked at Arnold, who sighed and closed his eyes. When he opened them again he walked towards Helga and removed the blanket. Miles eyes nearly popped out of his head when he saw the small bulge of Helga's stomach.

"What is that? Arnold… what is that." He asked stunned.

"Dad… Helga's pregnant…." Arnold said calmly. Helga watched Miles reaction. His face grew redder and redder until it was almost purple. She stood up and stood behind Arnold.

"WHAT?!" Miles exploded, "pregnant?! How… wait don't answer that… but when? After all we talked to you about. Arnold, how could you? With Bob Pataki's Daughter… you know how that man is.."

"I guess I'll go pack now…" Helga whispered to Arnold and walked upstairs to the guest room.

Arnold didn't hear her; He was about ready to explode himself. He looked at his father angrily.

"Bob is an asshole. He kicked Helga out and she didn't know where else to go." He started half yelling, "She needs our help dad, and mom supports us, and we need your support to. It was an accident, it wasn't meant to happen, but it did and now I'm going to be a dad and I need your fucking support."

"What's going on here… where's Helga?" Stella asked walking in on the confrontation. Arnold finally looked away from his dad and looked around. He went to go find Helga.

"Did you know about this?" Miles growled at Stella.

She looked at him and stated defensively, "Yes, I was just as shocked as you were, but He's our son and he needs us. Bob kicked Helga out when he found out and has agreed to let her stay here. He doesn't want her or her 'bastard child' as he put it so plainly. Now I think you need to just calm down and get over it, because whether you like it or not, we're going to be grandparents in four months. And also you should go and apologize to both Helga and Arnold for your inappropriate response."

"Well how do you expect me to act, Stella? Our Son is becoming a father at 17, and that doesn't bother you?"

"Of course it bothers me, but theres nothing we can do about that, except support them. He would have became a father anyway, so just think of it as an early blessing."

Miles hated when Stella made a point, but she was right. He would've became a father at any other age, whether at 27, or 37.

"Now… go apologize to our son and Helga." Stella demanded.

Helga began throwing her shirts into her bag. Tears were streaming down her face. She didn't think that she could take it anymore. Mile's anger, it was the same reaction her father gave her. Arnold saw her and walked over to her. She began to cry even harder when he held her.

"I want to leave…" She sobbed into his shirt. Arnold rubbed her back.

"Well I won't let you, you're staying, and it doesn't matter what my father says. He's just shocked and upset. He'll get over it. It may take some time, but he will. Trust me, He'll love the baby, just as much as I love it already, and I love you." He softly spoke to her.

They both heard a knock on the door.

"Come in…" Arnold said annoyed. Miles popped his head in, with an apologetic look on his face.

"Um.. Hi son… can I talk to you both for a moment?"

Arnold nodded and let go of Helga, who wiped her eyes. Miles came over and sat on the bed next to them.

"I wanted to apologize. I was shocked from it all and was tired from my trip. I wanted to let you know that even though I'm not fond of the idea that you two are becoming parents at such a young age, that no matter what I support you guys whole heartedly." Miles said rubbing the bridge of his nose where it met his forehead.

"thanks dad…' Arnold said quietly. Miles looked over and saw Helga's bag half full of clothes.

"And just where do you think you're going Helga?" He asked with a slight smirk on his face. Helga wiped her eyes again.

"I thought… that you would've wanted me to leave…" She said fighting back the urge to cry again. She looked down. Miles looked down too.

"Look, I'm sorry if it seemed that way, kiddo, but we're not letting you go anywhere. You live here now, and I'm sorry to say this… but it'll probably be against your will. You are our prisoner now." Miles smiled at the little joke he made.

Helga tried to laugh, but it sounded more like coughing. She smiled as well.

"Thanks Mr. Shortman… it means a lot to me."

"Call me dad… now… get unpacked and get ready for dinner both of you."

Miles got up and left the room. Helga grabbed her bag and dropped it on the floor.

"I'll unpack later…" She said laying down on her bed. Arnold laid down next to her.

Everything was silent for a few minutes.

"Helga…"

"Yes football head?"

"What do you think about getting married?"

(A/N: Sorry it took so long. It's probably not as drama filled as some of you would like, but I'm not so big on confrontation. I'm a lover... not a fighter. I know, your probably wondering why I'm writing a drama-filled story, since I don't like confrontation. Because I wanted to, that's why. anyway. Read and reveiw, but please be nice. thank you to all who read this! you guys are amazing.)