Hello everyone! I just want to apologize for the delay on this chapter. The past two weeks were very busy, and I had some personal things going on. However, I am back, and thank you guys for being so patient with me! I made this one a longer one this time, just as a thank you to you all! However, the ending of this chapter is very simple, I will warn you!

I did get a review about why Helga is keeping the baby. Like I have said before, for the purpose of this story, as well as creative-wise, Helga is going to keep the baby. I did subtlety reveal what made Helga keep her baby, however, it may not have been read well. So, I will be going more into depth of why she wants to keep the baby in this chapter. Also, for the rest of the chapters in this story, I will be titling the chapters based on the weeks of Helga's pregnancy, so there may be some time jumps here and there.

Also, I am adding some more stuff into my oh so busy schedule (hey, I sounded like Lila there!) so the chapter upload may not be every single week. If that is the case, I will provide longer chapters and try to execute the writing better. I really hope this is okay with everyone, and I don't want anyone to think that I am done with this Fanfiction, which I am not at all! However, I work forty hours a week, go to school full time, and have a family of dogs, so life is pretty hectic, to say the least.

Okay, enough about me, here is the next chapter!

In room 309 of Hillwood Hospital, laughter was emerging from the room. The two teenagers, Arnold and Helga, were continuing their talk about their P.S. 118 classmates, and all of the changes that occurred with them.

"I know, can you believe it? Eugene is now nominated for an Emmy!" Helga exclaimed, while trying to suppress her laughter.

Arnold snorted, and said, "Wow! The unluckiest kid in Hillwood is now a star, that is something!"

The two continued to laugh, until a knock came from the other side of the door. Both Arnold and Helga fell silent, and then Helga said, "Come in!"

The door opened slowly, and a small Japanese American girl emerged from behind it. "Oh, hello Arnold. How nice it is to see you again!"

Arnold turned towards the door and smiled. "Hey Phoebe. How are you?"

Phoebe smiled back at Arnold, and said, "Oh, you know. Just same old, same old." She then looked past Arnold towards Helga, and said, "Helga, how are you feeling?"

Slightly disappointed that Phoebe interrupted her and Arnold's conversation, she said quietly, "I'm alright."

Arnold, noticing how long he had been at the hospital, realized that Phoebe and Helga would want to have some time alone together, as they were best friends, and Phoebe probably wanted to see how Helga was doing. "Here Phoebe," Arnold said while getting up from his chair, "Take my seat. I'm probably going to head out soon anyway."

Phoebe nodded and walked towards Arnold's once occupied chair. "Thank you so much, Arnold."

"No problem," he said, while turning towards Helga. He noticed that she looked somewhat upset, but he wasn't sure why. "Well Helga, this was really nice. I meant what I said, and if you need anything, anything at all, just call me."

Helga wanted to burst into tears in that moment. Why is he being so nice to me? What did I do to deserve this? "Okay, Arnold. It was nice seeing you, and don't be a stranger, okay?"

Arnold gave her his half-lidded gaze that made her melt five years ago, and he said, "You too Helga, and I won't."

As Arnold closed the door, Phoebe looked at Helga with a look of shock on her face. She waited until the door was completely shut, and said, "Gosh Helga, how long has he been here?"

Helga glanced at Phoebe with a content look on her face, and she said, "Oh, I'm not sure. He came here in the afternoon, so."

Phoebe smiled at Helga, and said, "So, you found out?"

Helga, who was currently staring at the door in a mix of upset and bliss, shook off her reaction, and said harshly, "Yeah! And thanks for telling me about Arnold."

Blushing and looking down at the ground, Phoebe said, "Well, I was going to tell you the day you found out you were pregnant, but it just wasn't the right time because you were already preoccupied."

Scowling at her friend, but understanding what she meant, Helga added, "Okay, I get it. Let's just move on, how is the outside world? All I have seen for the past few days is this stupid hospital."

Phoebe put her small hand on her mouth and chuckled. She then said, "Not much really, although everyone knows about what happened in the park-"

Helga's eyes bugged out of her head, and she screamed, "What?" She could hear her heart monitor increasing in sound due to her screaming.

Phoebe glanced at the monitor and then at Helga. "Well of course everyone knows, Helga. It was in the middle of a public place," she said matter-of-factly.

Helga shook her head in astonishment and replied hastily, "Criminy, I know that. But what I meant was, does anyone know about the baby?"

Phoebe gave Helga an annoyed look, and said, "You were just beaten badly by the father of your baby because you told him about it, and all you care about is if people know you are pregnant? Come on, Helga."

Helga looked at Phoebe in despair. Phoebe's right, I can't be so concerned with this, especially if I'm going to keep the baby. "Yeah, you're right, I'm being stupid, I know," Helga replied somberly.

"You're not being stupid, Helga. I just think you need to have your priorities in check. By the way, have you decided if you're going to keep it or not?" Phoebe asked with anticipation.

"I'm going to keep the baby, yes," Helga replied in a hesitant tone.

Phoebe smiled at first, but then questioned, "Forgive me, Helga, but you aren't in the best situation. Why are you keeping the baby?"

Helga nodded, understanding what Phoebe meant. "I know it sounds crazy, Pheebs. Like, why would I decide to keep a baby that I probably shouldn't keep? Well, to be honest with you, before all of this happened, I wasn't going to keep it. I planned on telling Wolfgang, and then use up some money that I have saved in my account to get an abortion." Phoebe glanced at Helga, and then gave her a look, signaling Helga to continue. "But then, when Wolfgang was hurting me, I got this epiphany that I couldn't think just about myself in that moment. I had to fight for whoever was inside me, despite who their father was. I just got this instinct to protect them, and I couldn't get rid of that instinct, even when Wolfgang was stopped. And now, I can't get rid of my baby, I just can't. We have already been through a lot, and despite my current situation, it won't be forever, and I just feel like this is my light. So much has gone on in my life, and I just feel like this is a blessing in disguise. I know, it sounds bad."

Phoebe shook her head violently, and said, "No, no, no. It doesn't at all. Just know that my family and I can help in any way possible." Phoebe put her hand on Helga's shoulder, and smiled.

Helga smiled back, however, she didn't want to ask too much from people, especially Phoebe, who had already done so much for her in the past.

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Arnold decided to walk home instead of taking the bus, and regretted it after the second mile in. Figuring he was still winded from his fight with Wolfgang, he decided to take the rest of the walk slow. After about forty-five minutes, he finally got home to the boarding house, where Oskar and Ernie were sitting on the stoop of the boarding house, talking. Ernie interrupted Oskar, looked at Arnold with a look of excitement and concern, and said, "Hey Arnold, good to see you out of your room."

Arnold looked up from the ground towards Ernie with a half-smile on his face. "Thanks Ernie," he said, while heading into the boarding house. Once he got into the house, his grandfather walked out from the dining room, and gave Arnold a delighted look.

"Hey Shortman! You left the house today?"

Arnold glanced at his grandfather and said, "Yeah. I went to the hospital to see Helga."

Phil looked at Arnold with an eyebrow raised, but asked concernedly, "Oh? Um, how is she?"

Figuring that it really wasn't his business to give all of the details about Helga to his grandfather, plus the fact that Helga had always been very private, said abruptly, "She's good, doing a lot better now."

Phil narrowed his eyes at his grandson and said, "That's it, huh. Nothing else?"

Arnold furrowed his eyebrows and cocked his head to the side. He then asked, "What do you mean?"

His grandfather put a finger on his bony chin and rubbed it, while looking up at the ceiling. In a questioning tone, he replied, "Well, you know. You were there for quite a while, surely there's more than just 'she's good'."

Arnold turned crimson, and stuttered, "W-well we j-just talked and stuff. We caught up and s-stuff."

Just as his grandfather was going to add more to their conversation, Arnold's grandmother ran out from the kitchen and into the living room, followed by the stray animals. She was carrying a raw chicken and chanting.

Phil grunted and exclaimed, "Pookie! What are you going to do with that chicken?!" He ran into the living room to follow her.

Breathing a sigh of relief, Arnold headed for the stairs, being stopped by his father, Miles, who was coming out from the sitting room at the end of the hall. "Hey Arnold, got a minute to talk, son?"

Figuring that he couldn't just avoid his family, which is what he was doing before he got out of his room to see Helga, he said to his father, "Sure Dad."

Miles smiled, and signaled Arnold to come over to the sitting room. Arnold followed suit, and sat down on the armchair, while Miles sat on the other one next to it. Miles leaned forward in the chair and held his hands together, while looking at Arnold with concern. "So uh son, first off, I'm glad to see that you have seen some life besides the walls of your room."

Arnold gave a half smile towards his father and replied, "Yeah, me too."

Miles smiled back at Arnold and continued, "Well, I just want to make sure that you are okay. What you did for your friend a few days ago, that was very brave of you. I know you and her had a thing back in the day, so it must have hurt to see her like that."

Arnold closed his eyes shut and was trying not to think back to that day, as his father was right. It didn't just hurt, it felt like his heart was ripped out of his chest and pounded with a cleaver. "Dad, can we not talk about that? It's just, it did hurt, and I saw her in a way that I don't ever want to see again."

Knowing that he messed up his conversation with his son, Miles put a hand on Arnold's shoulder and said, "I'm sorry, son. I didn't mean to bring up anything that would upset you. I just wanted to check in on you, your mother and I are here for you, and whatever is going on with Helga as well. Speaking of, you went to see her today, right?"

Arnold nodded at his father, still trying to shake off the memories of her and Wolfgang.

Miles added, "Well, how is she doing?"

Knowing how very private Helga was, Arnold didn't want to tell his father that she was pregnant, not just because of how she was, but also because he wasn't sure if that was the right thing to do, since it really wasn't any of his business. Although he hated to do it, he lied to his father, saying, "Oh, she's really good. She's healing up well and stuff."

"That's good son, that's really good. Does she know about what you did?"

Arnold didn't want to come off as the hero or anything like that, considering he still felt like Wolfgang hurting Helga was his fault. With a grunt, he replied, "Yeah." Quickly changing the subject, he said, "We ended up talking a while, just about how things changed and what was going on around Hillwood."

Not wanting to peer deep into his son's personal life, although him and Stella adored Helga, he added, "That's great son. Well, I just wanted to make sure everything was alright, you are free to leave the dungeon of interrogation," he joked.

Arnold laughed and said, "Okay Dad," as he started to leave the room.

"Oh, you missed dinner! There's some leftovers in the fridge if you want any," Miles hollered out into the hall, where Arnold currently was.

"Great, thanks!" Arnold hollered back, while walking towards the fridge. He heated up the leftovers, which were beef stew and dumplings, and headed upstairs to his room. Relieved that no one else stopped him to talk, he quickly shut his door, and ate at his desk.

Once he was done his food, he laid in bed, and quickly started to feel sleepy. Pulling the covers over him, he started to close his eyes, and fell asleep.