Hello Arnold and Helga fans! Yeah… I know I know, its been awhile. I can't tell you how sorry I am for not updating sooner and for the shortness of this one but its filled with a lot and will make you excited to read the next chapter which I am going to try my best to update this or next week. I dont have much excuse besides...i don't know i guess i'm feeling extremely depressed or i guess just incredibly sad but its a joy to write and i have no intention not to finish this. Please enjoy :)

-GardenOfEden777 :P

all rights to Craig Bartlett and Nickelodeon

"Helga? helga! are you ok? do you need to go see your doctor?" Arnold banged on the door to the bathroom after Helga rushed in with no warning.

"blah! uhh…"

"Helga?" Arnold called again and after what seemed like an hour the sound of the toilet flushing echoed in the moderately quiet room besides the screeching and honking of cars outside in the busy street.

The door opens to reveal a very ill faced helga walking passed him.

"shi...Helga, you look awful."

"Gee, thanks." Helga sneared uncharacteristically.

"I mean… I didn't mean it like that its just...maybe you should go to the hospital."

"I'm fine Arnold." Helga fell and slumped on the couch like a ragdoll.

"It doesn't look like you're "fine" helga. You just threw up and honestly you look a little bloated, your face is pale and it almost looks like you're shaking."

three months total after the accident have past and almost four months helga has been "expecting" and its a tight role to be able to look like you're not carrying a baby at four months.

"...I'm going to take you to the doctor, You look terrible."

"No!" Helga almost yelled and Arnolds shoulders jolted up in surprise. "I-I mean...I am perfectly fine, Arnold. Besides, I need to get to work." Helga stood up from the couch and grabbed her purse from the coffee table seated between the couch and the TV.

Before Helga could get to the door Arnold hurriedly grabbed her arm.

"Ow! Arnold!" Helga yelped in pain, her bones felt so brittle.

"Helga...you're so cold." Arnold exclaimed calmly but shocked. He continued to pull Helga to him and he brought her into his arms and on his lap.

"...Arnold?"

"Helga, you need help. You look so week and...I've never seen you so week before." He tightened his hold on her unexpectedly. The pressure on her stomach was unbearable and she pushed him away and jumped off his lap, much to Arnolds surprise.

"I'll see you around four, ok?" She said hurriedly and ran out the door before Arnold could even process it. The feeling of her still in his arms lingered in his head. "Damn it...what is she doing to me...to herself?"

At the office Helga ran into her average looking office, with one window and a plant in the right corner in the front of the room, and straight to her private bathroom. She rushed to the toilet and threw up and after she stood up after wiping her face and calling Phoebe.

"Pheebs? Damn it, its bad. I can't go an hour without throwing up all over the place, it's terrible."

"I bet, Phoebe was always in the bathroom for hours, it was very unattractive."

"Gerald? Let me talk to Phoebe."

"She's sleeping. It's only six, I'm surprised I'm up." Helga noticed the fainting yawn in his voice.

"Well...tell her to call me later, ok?"

"Yeah, sure Pataki. By the way...are you ok? You sound terrible."

"I swear if anyone calls me terrible again I'll rip their eyes out and stuff it up their a-"

"Jeez Helga, mood swings much?" Gerald interrupted.

"...Yeah, it's freaking annoying. I'm always tired, my feet hurt, and my appetite is crazy but I'm trying not to gain too much wait. I don't want Arnold to notice anything."

"Helga!? What do you mean you're not eating?"

"I didn't say that, I'm just not eating much. Its only-"

"Helga! It's just not you anymore. You need to wake up a little and realize you are going to have a child."

"Yeah I know I-"

"No, I don't think you don't. You ain't eating right and you sound too stressed. You need to rest, meaning you need to stay home and let Arnold take care of you. Speaking of Arnold, WHAT THE HELL! When are you going to tell him?!"

"..."

"Helga?! Are you even listening?" Gerald listened intently into the phone where he could faintly hear sniffles on the other end. "Jeez, Helga. I...I didn't mean to make you cry. It'll all be ok."

"...You promise? mph." Helga could barely finish her sentence before breaking down.

"I've never heard you cry like this...it's this bad?"

"What if I'm not ready?" Helga locked herself in the bathroom and sat on the toilet, bringing her knees to her stomach and hugging them tight with one arm and holding the phone for dear life with the other.

"Helga, no one is ever ready for this. Hell I was the definition of not being ready. I didn't want kids but...after looking at this little guys face I couldn't help falling in love with him. It was almost the most natural thing in the world. You won't be alone in this...I'm sorry, I'm not really good at talking people into this kind of thing."

"No...no, you're very comforting, Gerald. I...I need to get back to work."

"...Let me buy you lunch later, ok? We'll go to that one sandwich place you like so much."

"...You buying?"

"Yes, Helga. I'll buy." Gerald chuckled to himself while rocking Ben in his hands while his phone was on his shoulder and his head was in a very uncomfortable position holding the phone to his ear.

"...Can I get a pastrami on rye?"

"Of course."

"...With peanut butter?"

"Peanut butter?"

"I'm pregnant Gerald."

"I'll bring some. I should let you go, Ben needs my attention."

"...Thank you tall hair boy."

"Hey, Its tall hair man now. Bye Helga."

"Bye." Helga hung up the phone and unlocked herself out of the bathroom. She walked out of her office to go get a drink from the drinking fountain.

"Helga! You look terrible." Danny, a fellow co-worker, walked up to Helga with a worried expression.

"ugh…" Helga growled inwardly at the recurring word. She couldn't blame Danny though. He was one of the few co-workers that didn't drool over her and actually treated her like one of the guys.

"Maybe you should go home."

"I'm not going home, I have way too much to do here." Helga struggled to get a cup from the vender as her hands were shaking uncontrollably.

"Helga..maybe you-Shit helga!" Helga almost collapsed to the floor but Danny caught her just in time before she could hit the ground.

"Helga? Helga, answer me. Damn it, Someone? Someone call the ambulance?!" Danny gently set her down on the floor and brushed her hair out of her eyes while on of the other co-workers that wasn't in shock of the situation called the ambulance.

Back at the apartment Arnold was reading one of the few complicated books on Helga's bookshelf. Helga's phone that she left there, being in a rush, rang out of place and Arnold rolled effortlessly to go answer it.

"Hello, Helga's residence."

"Arnold? It's Alex."

"Alex? The doctor." Arnolds face paled. Why is he calling? How did he get the number. Did Helga give him her number?"

"Yes, Arnold somethings ha-"

"I don't want you calling here, ok? Helga isn't interested. I don't know how you got her number but She doesn't want anything to do with you."

"Arnold, this has nothing to-"

"I mean it! You leave her alone. She doesn't like you she loves...She…"

"Arnold! Listen, this isn't why I-"

"Why the hell did she give you her number if she doesn't like you?" If Arnold was honest with himself he was extremely hurt. He almost believed her when she said she was in love with him.

"She's in serious condition Arnold!"

"What the hell do you mean?" Arnold said quietly, way too quietly.

"She passed out at her work. She's here at the hospital."

"What? I-I'll be right there!" Arnold quickly turned panicky.

"Arnold...I'm not sure we can save the baby…"

"Ba...baby?" Arnold said calmly but his words couldn't describe his expression.

"We need to run some tests. You need to get down here right away, for her...she needs you." Suddenly the sound of the phone disconnecting wasn't heard by the paralyzed Arnold.

"...baby." The room was going black Around him.