NOTE: PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE FORGIVE ME!

Life has been so hard on me lately, but now that I finally have a tiny minute of me time, I sat down and wrote this out.

And you're in luck, because I know exactly what will happen at the end, so the next should come quickly.

Don't hate me too hard and please enjoy.

Chapter nine: Setting up House

"A little to the right . . . now a little to the left . . . no, back to the right . . . Oh, I can't decide! Alvin, what do you think?"

Her boyfriend didn't even look up from his computer. "I still think what I thought before," he said rather grumpily, "I don't want a dollhouse in my bedroom."

Brittany huffed, crossing her arms on top of her large belly. "Unfortunately, you don't get a say in this Alvin, so you may as well help me."

"When have I had a say in anything?" asked Alvin, turning away from the screen, where he had been updating his profile on Facebook. "I still don't see why you insist on having that thing."

The chipette's eyes blazed. "My sisters get to have their children where they first made love," she growled through gritted teeth, "so you have a choice. I give birth in the dollhouse or I give birth on your bed."

Alvin gagged and shook his head. Brittany smirked, triumphant. Rolling his eyes, Alvin went back to typing.

"Brittany dear," Claire interrupted, arms trembling, "Is this good?"

The eldest chipette started and nodded. Claire weakly set the two-story, wooden dollhouse on the chest of drawers, then sat down on the edge of Alvin's bed. Brittany, who had been perched on the chipmunk's pillow, tottered over and climbed into her mothers lap. She smiled and picked Brittany up in her cupped hands.

"Thank you mom," Brittany said sheepishly.

"It's okay sweetie." Claire kissed Brittany's cheek, "just be a little more observant in the future, all right?"

"No problem," she nodded, as Claire lifted her up onto the top of the chest of drawers. As soon as she was on her paws, the chipette walked as fast as she could to the edge and peered down at her boyfriend.

"Alvin! Come up here!" she called.

"Hold on!" The chipmunk was still typing.

"Alvin . . ." Brittany growled.

"Keep your fur on!"

"Come on." Claire grabbed Alvin around his middle and lifted him up.

"Hey!" Alvin squawked, "Put me down! I'm not finished!"

"Your fans can wait," Claire said firmly, plopping him down next to Brittany. "Right now you should be focusing your attention on the mother of your children."

Alvin grumbled but turned his gaze on Brittany. "Are you going to give me the 'grand tour'?" he asked, making the quotation marks with his fingers.

"As a matter of fact, yes." Brittany plodded over to the door of the dollhouse and opened it, beckoning Alvin inside. Still looking irritated, he walked in.

"Thanks for the help mom," the chipette smiled.

"Just shout if you need anything," Claire told her. She headed out of the room and Brittany stepped carefully into her dollhouse.

Alvin was standing in the entry hall, looking bemused. "You certainly haven't done much with the place." Apart from the small writing desk and staircase, the room was bare.

Brittany rolled her eyes. "It's Claire's childhood dollhouse. I didn't want to completely deck it out, too many memories. But I did turn the main bedroom upstairs into the perfect little apartment for us."

"It had better not be covered in little pink dollies," Alvin warned, offering her an arm as they headed up the stairs.

"I have my limits when it comes to pink too."

"Really? I wouldn't have known."

"I do. But I did decorate and-"

"WHAT THE HELL IS THIS?"

They had reached the top floor. The main bedroom took up the majority of the space, with a door leading off to an unfunctioning bathroom. A large bed with magenta sheets was in the middle of the room and a big crib was off in a corner. Brittany had laid out a few of the dollhouse's original nick knacks, such as a side table and trash can. But when it came to the walls, she had really gone to town. Every inch of the walls was covered with posters. Most were of the Chipmunks and Chipettes at their various concerts, but mixed in were pictures of Robert Patterson, Daniel Radcliff, Zac Effron, Justin Beiber and the Jonas Brothers.

"Why is the room filled with pop idol pretty boys?" Alvin snarled, dropping Brittany's arm.

"I happen to like those celebrities," Brittany scowled back. "And if you'd take a second to look, you'd notice that you are the most predominant among the stars."

"I don't care!" Alvin pointed furiously at one of the posters. "The last thing I want my kids seeing when they come into the world is that Beaver."

"His name is Beiber, Justin Beiber and if you ever listened to one of his albums–"

"I'd know he sound as if he's trying to rip off our every tone!"

"That's not true!"

"It so is!"

Brittany opened her mouth to keep arguing, but stopped mid breath. She gulped for air, but couldn't breathe. Her legs shook and she cupped her paw to her mouth.

"Britt, you okay?" Alvin moved towards her, but she shoved him away.

Moving as fast as her legs could carry her, the chipette collapsed in front of the trashcan and retched. Her entire stomach full of peppermint was brought back up and she nearly choked on it. Alvin rushed to her and placed his paws on her shoulders as she shook.

"There . . . are you happy?" Brittany asked weakly as she lifted her head up. "You got me worked up and made me sick." She shivered and spat to try and clean out her mouth.

"I'm sorry Britt." Alvin sounded sincere. He kept rubbing her shoulders until she got up and scrambled into her bed. As she leaned back against the pillows, Alvin offered her a tic tac wrapped in plastic wrap from his hoodie pocket. Sighing, she took it, pulled off the plastic wrap and bit off a corner, chewing slowly. Soon her mouth felt fresh and minty.

"Alvin, you may remove a single poster." Brittany said grudgingly. "Only because you have some kindness in you very deep down and because deep down I do love you."

"And I love you," Alvin grinned, seizing the largest Justin Beiber poster and ripping it in two.

Brittany gritted her teeth in anger, but controlled herself. "I'll forgive you for that Alvey if you throw away the contents of that trash can."

The chipmunk wrinkled her nose, but picked up the trashcan and, without any hesitation, dashed up to the window and threw it out.

"Alvin!"

"Bulls-eye!" He punched the air, then turned and cannonballed into the bed with Brittany. "Perfect shot! Right in the trashcan! I am amazing!"

"I agree in some aspects," the chipette chuckled. "Here, feel! They agree too."

Alvin placed his paw on Brittany's round stomach and felt a strong kick. Then another. Then two more.

"Wow Britt," Alvin grinned, "All the Alvin juniors seem as feisty as you."

"Or maybe all the Brittany juniors are as hyper as you."

"Whatever you say Britt."

"Bastard," Brittany teased, snuggling up to him. "You'd be happy no matter what they are, right?"

"Of course," Alvin reassured her "I just hope the boy's out number the girls."

"Sure you do." Brittany rolled her eyes and kissed Alvin deeply. He responded eagerly, tasting every inch of her mouth as he pressed one paw gently on her tummy.

Outside the dollhouse, there suddenly came a loud slipping and skidding noise and a loud crash.

"ALVIN!"

"Okay, maybe I didn't completely hit the trash can . . . "