Chapter 37: You Don't Need One

The next morning the happy couple awoke facing one another. Arnold with his arms wrapped around his sweet wife, gently stroking her hair. "Morning sweetie. How'd you sleep?"

"Not bad." she replied, with her nose against his.

"Want me to make you some breakfast?" he asked, squeezing her tight.

Before she could respond, Arnold heard his phone ring.

The last thing he wanted to do was let go of his wife. Feeling he should answer it however, he turned around to pick it up.

"Hello?"

"Hey sweetie, how are you?

"Pretty good."

"Would you and Helga like to join us for breakfast?"

"Sure. We'll be right there."

After hanging up the phone, Arnold turned to his wife and said "My mom invited us over for breakfast."

"Sounds good to me." she said, propping herself up on her elbows.

After the two of them were dressed and headed that way, Arnold said to Helga "I'm glad you'll be getting a good breakfast. You deserve one after everything we went through this summer."

"Eh, it was no big deal now that I think about it. Like Mark said, it was all good practice for my career." she smirked.

Giving her a weak smile, he replied "Whatever you say Helga."

Once the two made it to the boarding house, Arnold walked into the dining room while he noticed Helga heading for the kitchen. "Where are you going?"

"I believe they call it the kitchen, hairboy." she scoffed.

Rolling his eyes, he replied "I know what the room you're headed for is, I just don't know why you're going in there."

"None of your business Arnoldo!" she scowled.

After shrugging his shoulders, Arnold took a seat with his grandpa and father.

"Hey shortman! Still haven't learned to take orders from her have you?" Phil couldn't help but ask.

"Grandpa…" Arnold sighed.

"Oh lighten up shortman. So, how was your party?" Phil asked, before Miles butted in.

"Yeah, I think I saw some new people walking in."

Arnold began to rub his neck, realizing he never told his parents about the lawsuit. "Oh, those were just people from school and work."

"Speaking of work, how has that been going for you?" Miles asked, while seeing Stella, Pookey, and Helga walk in with the pancakes.

"Works been okay. I've met some interesting patients." Arnold admitted, while Helga couldn't help but scoff "Pttss..tell me about it."

"How about you dear? How has work been for you?" Stella asked, while turning her head towards Helga.

"Oh, umm it's been okay." she replied, followed by a moment of silence.

After everyone had taken a few bites of their breakfast, Miles decided to break it by asking "So, what were the names of those new friends of yours last night?"

Helga dropped her fork while Arnold could feel sweat forming on his face. Although there was no longer anything to worry about, he didn't like the idea of revealing the information about everything they had gone through that summer. Both he and Helga knew he couldn't lie however.

"Oh, umm Mark, Jason, and uhh Matt." he mumbled.

Phil's eyes widened as he replied "Matt? You mean the kid your girl over there punched for you last year?!"

Arnold's parents then turned to look at him, while Helga lowered in her seat.

"Uhh yeah, that's him." he gulped.

"Is he okay now?" Stella asked worriedly.

"Pttss...a little too okay." Helga scoffed, no longer caring about being judged.

"What do you mean?" Miles couldn't help but ask.

"You remember we told you about him being punched last year?" Arnold began as his parents nodded.

"By your wife/bodyguard!" Phil couldn't help but interrupt.

"Grandpa...Well, after that happened, he was transferred to another school. It wasn't until the beginning of this summer though that Gerald told Helga and I he wanted to get even with us. He still had the right to sue us for a few months, so we were working with our new friends to prepare for the worst." Arnold explained.

"Like that creepy cousin of yours returning? I saw the freak walk in last night!" Phil shivered.

"Uhh right. Well, Matt turned out to be an old friend of Jason's. Luckily, Jason was able to convince Matt to leave us alone." Arnold explained, while Helga sat there praying his parents wouldn't be too judgemental.

"Hmm well I guess the important thing is you worked things out and everyone is willing to put this behind them." Miles concluded.

Arnold and Helga smiled at one another until Stella added "Make sure not to try anything like that again though."

"We won't mom." Arnold said.

After everyone had finished their breakfast, Arnold pushed his plate aside and said, thanks for the pancakes mom, they were great!"

"Don't thank me, thank Helga! She made them." Stella insisted, while Arnold turned to look at his blushing wife.

"Really? Is that what you came over here for yesterday?" he asked, putting two and two together.

"Well doi!" she scowled, looking down at her plate.

"Hehe...never a dull moment with you two." Phil chuckled.

Rolling his eyes at his grandpa's remark, Arnold gave Helga a soft kiss. "Thanks sweetie."

Helga didn't like the attention drawn to her in front of everyone, but she was willing to make an exception. "Don't mention it football head."

"I think I'll just start calling you that since you don't mind it short man...oops I mean football head." Phil laughed.

"Grandpa…" Arnold sighed.

"Guess we never did think of something for me." Helga sighed, shrugging her shoulders.

"I like just calling you sweetie." he smiled, rubbing her hand.

"Why is that?" she asked, cocking her brow.

"Because you're the sweetest person I know." he said, kissing her once again.

"That's a new definition of the word, but I'm behind the times with the way you kids do things now a days." Phil replied.

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