A/N: Hi everyone! Before we begin another exciting chapter, I want to take a moment to give a big shout out and thank you to SquirrelandNight123 for not only reading and reviewing my story, but taking the time to surprise me with a lovely fan-art picture! I was so touched, and the picture was spot on! So spot on, to the point where I have incorporated it into the story. As for everyone else, thank you so much for reading and for the reviews! It makes my day and pumps me up to write more!

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What would you say is one of the most exciting moments in life? Bet you're thinking of some type of moment where you felt complete happiness and ecstasy right? Well, just goes to show how you're not listening Bucko! I asked what one of the most exciting moments in life is; not events. The answer is quite simple when you look at it; it's the feeling of excitement itself: the expectations if you will. What was that saying? "Life's full of expectations", or something like that? I wouldn't know. He**, to tell you the truth, I'm really just rambling out of pure emotion and exhaustion at the same time. Exhaustion because, being as big as a fu***** blimp with multiple back and feet aches, while forgetting to grab the remote that you left on top of the TV, making you have to once again struggle like a turtle on its back to get it, will do that to you…As for the emotional part? Well, call it the nostalgic feel of the past months' events, combined with the suspense of what is to come of the future. After all, according to the doc, I'm due in the next 3 weeks…But I'm getting ahead of myself here, so I'll recap on the few major events that's happened in the past since I have been…well, expecting.

Hmm…I guess I'll start from a few weeks after Football-Head and I made our grand announcement to our family and friends. Oh quick note, from that time on, good ol' Phil has not given up on trying to name the kid after him…

Finishing off yet another vanilla ice cream and smoked pastrami sundae, a content Helga closed her eyes as she started to fall asleep on the living room couch. Suddenly, she shot up in alarm at the sound of a door slamming and multiple grunts. She got up to see what the commotion was about only to see her husband carrying a variety of bags as he struggled to make it into the house.

"Football-Head what the?!"

"C-could you please give me a hand?!" He grunted in a rush only to drop all the bags on the floor, save for one that was still around his arm along with some other items that when Helga saw it, she struggled not to burst into hysterics.

Needless to say, when she failed to keep her composure, her husband was not amused.

"And just what is so funny?" He raised an eyebrow.

"Y-you-ha-ha-okay, okay. I'm going to attempt to be nice, skip the insults, and just simply ask; what the heck are you doing?" She chuckled, putting a hand to her stomach.

"What's it look like? I'm getting prepared for the baby." Arnold stated, as if it was the most obvious thing in the world, as he still had the bag wrapped around his arm, while grasping a baby's bottle in one hand and a cute purple bunny rabbit plushy in the other.

"So I see." Helga snickered, taking in his green shirt that had "#1 dad" imprinted on it. "You do realize that the baby isn't due for another 8 months or so right?" She deadpanned.

"No time like the present." He shrugged, while dragging a baby crib into the house.

"Criminy! What did you do? Buy the entire store?!" Helga asked, as she stepped over the multiple "Babies R Us" bags that littered the floor.

"Not the entire store…an entire shelf, maybe, but not the whole store!" He defended.

"Geesh, isn't it a little early to be getting the pre-daddy jitters?"

"I don't know w-what you're talking about. I'm perfectly fine." He stated, as he stacked over 15 boxes of diapers into the corner.

"You're a wreck." She deadpanned. "I mean for cripes sake! You must have spent a fortune on all of this and you don't even know if it's a boy or a girl yet!"

"Not a fortune…just about, well…let's just say, don't expect that trip to Paris in the summer any time soon, and maybe watch out for our credit report saying something about a maxed out credit card…BUT not to worry, I've got a 30 day return policy." He shrugged.

"Yeah. Great. Except for one thing…I'M DUE IN THE NEXT 8 MONTHS PASTE FOR BRAINS! I THINK THAT GOES PAST THE 30 DAY GRACE PERIOD! CRIMINY!" She scowled, going back to the couch, only to sit on top of more bags.

"Ugh! There's barely any room for all this stuff anyway!" She exclaimed, throwing a giant teddy bear onto the floor.

"I figured…Which is why we're moving." Arnold smiled nervously.

"Well yeah, I mean I know we agreed to start searching for a bigger spot with more room for the kid, but that stuff takes time honey. I mean we've got to search the area, weigh our options, call the bank, check our credit, and-"

"Well…not really…" He rubbed his neck.

"What do you mean not really?! Do you know what the market is like right now?!" She scowled slightly.

"I know, but well…Okay. Remember that one spot we looked at that was near the boarding house, and I asked what you thought about it?" He asked, still not giving eye contact.

"Yeah? I remember. I said it would be perfect, but I can't imagine it would be an easy catch since we were outbid on our offer…Why?" She raised an eyebrow at his behavior.

"Well…heheh, f-funny thing…" He laughed nervously, reaching into his pocket. "We kind of sort of own it now." He smiled bashfully at her as he showed her the new house keys.

"WHAT?!" She put her hand to her mouth in shock and excitement.

"It wasn't easy, but after talking to the real estate agent, and putting a little more into the pot, our offer got accepted…Like I said, don't expect any extravagant vacations anytime soon though…" He mumbled. "But anyways, surprised?"

I was speechless, and wasn't one to usually squeal, but once again, my dearest husband had succeeded in bringing out my mushy hearted center, heightened with the variations of emotions due to my pregnancy.

"COME HERE YOU BIG LUG!"

Needless to say, I skipped the monologuing and went right to the action.

So skipping forward, after we moved into our new home, with the generous help from my dearest friends that had no problems in assisting us with the big move from our beach house to the city, mainly due to hoping I would forgive them for the stunt they pulled a while back, and from me forcing them of course, we were able to settle in and even find a place for all of the baby stuff that almost buried us alive in clutter. Everyone at the boarding house was elated to have us in such close proximity; especially Phil whom like I said, constantly attempted to persuade us to name the baby after him. It's funny because you'd think I would get annoyed and lash out, but I actually found his desperate endeavors rather…endearing and admirable. Especially because it wasn't my sanity at stake, but my beloved goody-two-shoes, Arnold's sanity that was threatened as he tried every day to calmly confront his grandpa to stop reminding us to name the baby after him, every hour on the hour…

Ah, I remember those times like it was yesterday…Well, now that I think about it…It was yesterday…Well, okay let me recap on where it started to become a constant.

Helga cuddled peacefully into her husband's tired embrace as they fell deeper into their slumber. After a long day at work, while still settling into their new home and adjusting to the first trimester of Helga's condition, the couple were more than eager to hit the hey.

Unfortunately for them, someone had other plans to disrupt their peaceful sleep, as a series of doorbell rings and knocks sounded off from downstairs, followed by loud multiple ringtones of their cell phones.

Arnold shot awake in alarm, but calmed down once he saw that his wife was still asleep. With a groan, as he rubbed his eyes and checked the time on his phone, he begrudgingly put on his robe and went downstairs to answer the door, only to see his grandpa with an eager smile on his face.

Arnold resisted the urge to growl and settled for a painful groan.

"Grandpa…What are you doing here? Do you have any idea what time it is?"

"Sure I do! It's morning time! Which usually means the sun should be out, but it's not. Strange…Is it daylight savings time again?! I forgot to set my clock! Hope it's not skipping an hour because it seems like every time the time moves faster I swear father time is trying to lure me to my grave! That no good son of a-"

"Grandpa. It's 3 in the morning. No the sun isn't out yet…" Arnold replied sharply with exasperation.

"Oh…Well I knew that." Phil replied sheepishly while crossing his arms in defiance.

"Is there something you wanted?" His grandson replied with a strained tone, wanting to get to the point and back to his bed.

"What? A frail old man with a good old soul can't come over to check on his only grandson and granddaughter-in law without getting the stink eye?" Phil defended.

"You were here just an hour ago, and the hour before that, and you only came over to persuade us yet AGAIN to name the baby after you…" Arnold deadpanned.

"Well, maybe I'm here for something different this time! Maybe I'm here because of something important, like a dire situation or an emergency that happened!" Phil stated seriously with a glare.

Arnold's eyes widened, fully alert at that moment.

"What?! Like what? Did something happen? Is everyone at the boarding house okay? Is it mom and dad? Oh no, please don't tell me grandma ran off to New York to bungee jump off of the statue of Liberty again!"

"No, no it's nothing like that Shortman…Though I might have to check in on Pookie just in case…" He mused.

"Then what is it? What's the emergency?"

Phil shrugged with a smile. "Eh, it's nothing; just seeing if you both decided to name the baby-"

SLAM

"Phil…" He finished dully. "So, is that a yes or does that mean you're taking it into consideration?" He called out.

"GOODNIGHT GRANDPA!"

Phil chuckled as he heard his grandson's sharp reply through the door he just slammed.

"Heh heh, I'm such a Wiley Ol' Coot…Seriously though. That baby's name is going to be Phil."

So yeah, like I said, it became a very entertaining constant, for me anyways. Poor Arnoldo nearly went bananas. I think the most ironic thing was that after careful consideration, if the baby turned out to be a boy, we decided to name the baby after Phil to continue his so called legacy…Don't think it was simple though. If anything, I think there was a mini feud between Phil, Miles, and Stella on what the baby's name would be called. Especially, since we were considering the names Miles and Stella as suitable options. It was quite an interesting month with all that tension in the Boarding House let me tell ya! But again, I'm getting ahead of myself. I guess I'll talk about what happened once we finally adjusted to our new home.

Well, my cravings weren't as bad, mainly because my beloved took the reins in ensuring top quality care in my condition. I mean he literally never ceased to wait on me hand and foot to make sure that I or rather we were happy. Oh my darling, my glorious love, so strong and able, daring through the darkest ungodly hours of the night to venture out on the other side of town just to fulfill my merciless cravings of a specific yogurt I had to have at the time…How did I ever become so worthy of his tender love and kindness? How was I ever chosen for such ecstasy and delight? Oh, sorry about that. I got carried away. Anyways, back to what happened once we moved in. Well, Criminy! I don't know where to start! So much happened over time, but OH! Never mind! I know EXACTLY where to start! Oh man, you're going to love this! I sure did! Okay. So it was a normal Saturday afternoon…

A disheveled Helga groaned as she lazily threw her magazine to the floor and curled up in her pink fleece blanket on the sofa. Annoyed that exhaustion was once again threatening to take over her bored state, she grunted in frustration, but then heard a slithering sound. She turned her half-lidded gaze to the source of the hiss.

"Oh...it's just you. How's it going Monty?"

The monitor lizard just blinked at her, showing his long tongue once more as she scratched under his chin.

"Monty, I'm bored. I demand that you go find me entertainment." She demanded dryly as she pointed a finger at him.

The lizard continued to blink at her then walked away slowly.

"Hm. Figures." She grumbled, then all of a sudden felt her head raise up and then back down on a soft, plush pillow.

"There you go; that should be more comfortable." Her husband said lovingly as he tucked her in properly. "Well I'm going to go jump in the shower sweetheart. Is there anything else you need?"

She looked contemplative for one second.

"Mm, nah. I've made you slave over me long enough Hair boy. You are excused from my magnificent presence. Now away with you my gorgeous hunk of a peasant." She smirked, waving him off,

"Oh you're too kind." Arnold rolled his eyes. but then smirked as he leaned down to kiss his wife. "Well if you need anything just holler."

She nodded and then watched him walk up the stairs. Once he was out of sight, she picked up the magazine she threw down and sighed in boredom.

About 15 minutes later, Helga was ready to succumb to exhaustion once more, only to hear an ear piercing yell.

"AAAAHHHHHH! WHAT THE-F?! HEEELLGAAAA?!"

Alarmed, Helga was ready to rush up the stairs, only to hear the sound of loud footsteps until they stopped right in front of her.

"DO YOU WANT TO EXPLAIN TO ME HOW THIS…THIS THING GOT INTO MY SHOWER?!" A disgruntled and soaked Arnold gritted through his teeth, as he held the gigantic lizard in his arms.

Still exhausted, she just shrugged. "Hey, heck if I know. He goes where he wants…Though I can't say that I mind the view he brought me…" She smirked eying him up and down and licking her lips as she took in the sight as he glistened with soap from head to toe.

"What are you talk-"Arnold froze midsentence as his eyes widened at the draft he felt. Once he followed her gaze down below, he let out a yelp, threw the lizard down, and abruptly snatched her blanket, wrapping it around himself.

"YOU ARE SUCH A PERVERT HELGA! YOU KNOW THAT?!" He shouted at her, turning bright red.

"Aw, don't be such a girl Arnoldo! It's not like I haven't seen or dealt with it all before…Hence this." She gave her stomach a good pat.

Her husband did not share in her amusement as he gave her "the stare" along with a low growl emitting from his throat.

Her eyes widened.

"Okay! Okay!" She put her hands up in surrender then wagged a finger at the lizard. "Monty. That was a no-no. Shame on you. Bad boy." She reprimanded impassively.

"Arnold, still giving her the stare, stomped up the stairs once more to finish his shower, slamming the door slightly once he made it back. Once he was out of sight, Helga cooed at the lizard, stroking it under the chin once more.

"Good boy..." She cackled.

Man I never forgot that moment! If you could have seen the look on his face! It was priceless! Well, that was just one of the fun moments in my life as we were a loving expecting couple. There are still many more events that I have yet to cover though…

Hope you're ready for it.