Brittany's P.O.V

I laid down, breathless, on my back. Who would have known giving birth to one baby chipmunk would be such hard work? But I just hoped that the baby is okay.

"Brittany, do you want to see your new daughter?" I heard Alvin whisper in my ear. What kind of question was that? Of course I want to see my daughter! More than anything in the whole world.

But with all the energy I had lost the only thing I could muster was a small, simple nod.

Alvin gestured to someone to bring our daughter to us and in a blink of eye, I found a bundle of auburn fur on my chest. It took all the energy I had to pick the baby up and look at it.

The baby had auburn fur, small lips, and a pink nose. But her eyes were hazel brown. The prettiest eyes in the whole world! She giggled and tried to grab my nose and I thought her giggle was the cutest sound in the whole world.

"She looks just like you." I heard Alvin say. I turned to look at him and found tears in his eyes. Tears! The great Alvin Seville has found a soft side.

"Looks like Alvin has found a soft side." I whispered, looking into Alvin's eyes.

The second he heard that he wiped his tears from his eyes.

"N-No, I was just sweating through my eyes," He said wiping his tears away one last time, before looking at our new daughter. "What should we name her?" He asked me.

I thought of the perfect name when I looked into her hazel brown eyes, identical to her father's.

"Ally…"

"Ally?" Alvin asked me, looking at our daughter then me. I smiled and nodded, cradling Ally in my arms.

"Alright then, Ally." He said, rubbing Ally's cheek with his paw.

Jeanette's P.O.V

I should have known birth would have been this hard, but I didn't know it would be complete and utter torture. I was sweating and out of breath for giving birth to my new baby girl. But where was she? Oh no! Did someone take her!? Give her back to me!

"Jeanette, are you okay?" Simon asked me, his paw on my shoulder. I looked into his blue beryl eyes and smiled.

"I-I'm fine," I said, looking around the room for any possible sign of my daughter.

"You're looking for her, aren't you?" Simon asked me, referring to our daughter.

I didn't answer, instead my eyes fell on Brittany who was carrying my bundle of joy in her arms.

"Here you go," Brittany said, before jumping off the bed. She had laid my daughter in my arms and she looked so beautiful. She had her dad's fur and eyes, but everything else was me.

"She looks beautiful…" Simon said, his voice trailing off as he gazed at our bundle of joy. I couldn't agree more. She took one look at us and instantly hid her face in my arm. She must be shy…like me.

"Let's name her after you, Simon." I said to Simon. He looked at me with a confusing gaze.

"Why after me?" He asked me. Stupid question! After all you have given me?

"After all you have given me, I just want to thank you, by naming her…" My voice trailed off, looking for the perfect name. Calm, shy, beautiful…"Serene," I answered. "Serene Seville."

"I like it," Simon said, taking {Stealing} Serene out of my arms and cradling her in his. "Hi, Serene…" He cooed to her.

Eleanor's P.O.V

Birth? Daughter? Theodore? Pain? Those are the only questions in my head after I nearly passed out after birth. If I had known birth was this painful, I probably wouldn't have got into this in the first place. But it is all worth it in the end. I just want to know where my daughter is.

"Eleanor, here you go." I heard my sister, Jeanette, say before a bundle of blonde fur was placed in my arms.

I placed my paw on her cheek {My daughter, not Jeanette} and rubbed her soft, silky fur just like Theodore's. Speaking, I mean, thinking of Theodore, where was he? I turned around and saw Theodore standing at least a foot away from us.

"Come here, Theodore and look at her." I said to him, my voice barely over a whisper. He took a few steps closer, closing the gap between us and him.

"Theodore." I scolded him, bringing him closer to us, until his hand had touched our baby's head. I could sense his tension. How cute!

"Wow, she's so small," Theodore said, rubbing her head. "What should we name her?"

I knew the perfect name for her.

"Carol…Carol Seville." I said, looking at Carol's forest green eyes, identical to her father's, along with her cheeks.

As I said the name, a small smile broke onto her lips.

"Carol…I love it." Theodore said, not taking his hand away from Carol's small tuft of fur on her head.

We all have a family now. Brittany and Alvin have Ally. Jeanette and Simon have Serene. Now, Theodore and I have Carol. How happy can we all be?