Okey-dokey...now, this is what I have so far. Please don't say anything mean on here. Be truthful, but don't be mean. I wanna thank the people who helped me pick out names for their babies. They are:

~MunksEttesAndCountryMusic

~Daddy'sGirl123

~Periosha

and last, but certainly not least: ~limegreenpandagirl

Now some of the characters I chose aren't the babies, but OCs. I hope you like it!

Simon: This author doesn't own my brothers or myself.

Jeanette: But, remember, she doesn't own me or my sisters.

Eleanor: Or Miss Miller, but she's dead.

Theodore: Or Dave.

Alvin: She kinda sorta owns the OCs, but those are originally from the authors listed above, so...yeah.

Brittany: Can't I get a line or two in these things? I mean, come on!

The chipmunks are going on tour for three years, and their girlfriends are really upset about it. It's August 21, 2015, so they're all about 19 years old. Everyone's at the Miller house, saying goodbye to their girlfriends.

"I'll miss you." Alvin romantically said, dipping his girlfriend, Brittany, and giving her a light kiss on the lips.

"I'll miss you more." Brittany winked at him, and he winked back. They both made out for a while on the porch. Meanwhile, two chubby chipmunks were in the backyard, on the old tire swing…

"Higher, Theo! Higher!" Eleanor yelled as her boyfriend, Theodore, pushed her higher on the tire swing. He pushed her once more, and she fell off, landing on top of him.

"Oh, are you alright, Theo?" Eleanor got off of him, and helped him up. Theodore pulled her into a hug, and kissed her.

"No. I'm terrible. I won't be able to see the most beautiful girlfriend." He smiled at her, and she pulled him into a long, romantic kiss. Upstairs, there were two bespectacled chipmunks, sitting on Jeanette's bed…

Jeanette sighed as she looked at her scrapbook she made. She turned the page. It was the day they all went to the beach. It was also the day that Miss Miller got into the car crash, and didn't make it. And, it was also the day that her hamster, Mr. Bubbles, died. She felt tears coming to her eyes, and she hugged her boyfriend, Simon.

"I'm gonna miss you, Simon." She whispered. Simon rubbed her back.

"Not as much as I'll miss you." They pulled apart, and Jeanette turned the page again. That was their one year anniversary. They both looked at the picture, and then each other. They both smiled, thinking of the fun that they had that day.

"That was one hell of a day." Simon laughed. Jeanette giggled.

"Yeah, I know. Remember when the waitress dropped my spaghetti, and it got all over us?"

"How could I not forget? I smelled like spaghetti sauce all week."

"What about when you talked to that old lady, thinking it was me?"

"Oh, yeah. She told me to get the f**k away from her. I never thought old ladies cussed." They hugged each other again.

"Oh, Simon. What am I gonna do without you?"

"I don't know, Jeannie. I don't know…"

"Fellas! Time to go!" Dave yelled from the front yard. All three of them ran out to where he was and waved goodbye to their girlfriends. The car took off. But, there was one thing that the girls didn't tell them…that they were pregnant…

Uh-oh, spaghetti o's...