Okay, so I have been doing some thinking and I am thinking of writing a story that goes with all the one-shots I have been writing! So I want your opinion on this! Please leave comments if you think I should or shouldn't! I don't own Hey Arnold!, Craig Bartlett and Nick do!
Helga sat with her feet up on the coffee table and a football-headed boy was doing the same. Her hand was propped on her swelling stomach.
The football-headed boy looked over at his mom, trying to convince himself to ask the simple question that he was mentally debating over in his mind.
"Mom... Where do babies come from?" His speech was slightly stuttered.
"Um... Phil, babies come fr-" A door slamming had interrupted the three-year-old's mom from answering the question.
Helga stood up so fast that she became dizzy. "Arnold! You're home!"
Arnold hugged his wife of five years. Arnold could tell Helga was tense from her greeting.
Usually it was something along the lines of her childhood teasing for him, calling him things like Tall Hair Boy or her personal favorite, Football-Head.
Arnold pulled out of the hug, his eyes held concern as he saw the worry lines in her face.
"Are you ok?" Helga just bite her lip and gave him a look that said 'We'll talk about later' and turned and gave Phil a nervous smile.
"Hey Phil, now you can ask Daddy your question!"
Phil turned to Arnold a curios look on his young face.
"Where do babies come from?" That question itself made Arnold turn pale.
"W-well they come f-from the stork that comes to Mommy when the baby is ready to be in our house."
Phil looked satisfied than his face turned into confusion. "Than how come Mommy's tummy is so big?"
Arnold the first thing on his mind.
"Umm... Gas?"
Helga face palmed herself.
"Of course he would say gas."
So please review what you think about another story! And goodbye my little rebels!