A/N: Here it is, the final chapter! Or epilogue or whatever. Anyway, I hope y'all have enjoyed this fic and I promise you, there will be more of my fics in the future. To those of you who loved this work of fanfiction, enjoy! To those of you who hate it but are reading it anyway, breathe a sigh of relief 'cause it's finally over. But just wait until the sequel gets here! Bwahahahahaaaaa! J/K, not planning on a sequel anytime soon. Anyway, that's enough stalling. Here ya go!

But first, a word from the disclaimer.

Disclaimer

Things I own--- a ton of CDs, a paperback of "Pet Sematary" by Stephen King, an awesome silver necklace with heart-shaped pendant, and a fabulous blue fleece hoodie.

Things I would LIKE to own--- my ex-boyfriend's soul (muahahahaaaa!), Paula Abdul's wardrobe ('cept for that dress she wore to the Emmys; she can keep that), one-fourth of Montana, the Magical Flower of Healing and Restoration (no more chest colds ever!), Sheryl Crow's guitar, and Hey Arnold!

Things I will NEVER own regardless of how much I want them--- see list directly above this one.

Epilogue

The life Helga and Arnold led after their unexpected reunion was a good one. They married shortly after "the hospital incident" and gave birth to their new daughter seven months later. She was named Cheyenne Audrey and had green eyes and the prettiest blonde hair Arnold had ever seen (next to her mother's). Cheyenne was an agreeable baby, a nature so similar to Arnold's, but could be fussy when she wanted to, much like Helga.

Both Helga and Arnold kept their regular jobs. Arnold though, after giving a very on-target review for a New-Agey self-help book, was promoted slightly higher in the office, was given a raise, and there was even talk about giving him his own advice column. He even brought himself to sell a couple of his more recent paintings, which went for pretty good money on Ebay.

Helga wrote an all-new novel entitled "Athene". The reviews were phenomenal and she raked in some nice cash for it. It took her a few sequels before it finally took her to numero uno on The New York Times List, but once she made it, she savored the victory.

Cheyenne, or "Shiny Girl", grew up fast, as kids often do. She was a pretty good kid (most of the time) and never got in any major trouble, although there was one isolated incident in the eighth grade involving the dumping of syrup and feathers on an especially snotty girl who had stolen her best friend's boyfriend. But other than that, she was a real sweetie.

When Helga and Arnold were 36 (and Shiny was a mere first-grader), they gave birth to another child. This time, it was a little blue-eyed boy (named Andrew) with a crop of dusty-blonde hair and a real loud set of lungs. Unlike Cheyenne, he cried a lot, spat up on more than a few occasions (and usuallyall over Arnold's new shirts), and generally tired them out a lot as a toddler. But as he grew, he settled down more. And while he still was a little on the rowdy side, he never actually syrup-and-feathered anyone and thus, was considered an "okay kid" by most of his teachers, liked by his fellow classmates, and loved by his parents and big sister (when she would admit to it).

Life went on. Cheyenne married at the age of 26 ( a nice young man by the name of Garrett Daniels), became a reporter for the Primetime News, and had one daughter named Kaitlyn Irene.

Andrew didn't marry until he was 30 years old. He worked as literature teacher at P.S. 119 for many years, having been inspired by "Old Man Simmons" at a young age. When he did marry, his wife of three months was diagnosed with breast cancer and passed away two years later. He grieved until he was 41 and eventuallyremarried to a pretty doe-eyed woman named Jenna.

Arnold and Helga grew old together, spending all the rest of their days together as in love as they were at 29. Arnold never forgot how it had made him feel that first time she had told him she loved him and clung to that feeling all the way to age 93, when old age would finally take him.

Helga never forgot the way she had felt all those years ago when she had finally opened her heart up to Arnold. After nearly 30 years of building walls around herself, it felt good to let her guard down, destroy the walls, and to love and be loved in return. She loved Arnold until the day he died and passed on herself a mere three days later.

But even in death, there was a place for them. A warm, tall-grass meadow where they met again as the young adults they had once been. The ground was soft, the flowers bloomed continually, and Arnold and Helga knew and understoodthat love did indeed overcome all obstacles. They held each other while lying in the fragrant grass and walked together in the cool of the day. And they did dwell in that place of love and perfection all the rest of eternity.

The End