Seville Seven Plus

About This Story: Following an accident, some news surfaces that is destined to change things for the entire Seville family. The chipmunk siblings deal with this new information and try to process things. Warning: some chapters contain more adult themes than others. Age-wise they are 15. I don't own any part of the Chipmunk franchise, just borrowing them from Nickelodeon, Janice Karman, & Ross Bagdasarian, their family, & their company.

About This Chapter: Rated PG-13, for some non-explicit insinuations of genital regions or sexual intercourse.

Pairings: Alvin/Brittany, Theodore/Eleanor


9. Accepting Responsibility

"WELCOME BACK, BRITTANY!" The homemade banner poster called from its place as it hung in the arched doorway between the Seville living room and kitchen.

"Aww, you guys!" Brittany beamed from where Dave carried her bridal-style with one arm as he walked into the living room. She released her hold on his shoulders to wipe some tears that fell from her eyes. "Sorry, I'm just very emotional from the pregnancy hormones."

Dave set Brittany down on the couch to rest while Alvin followed the two of them carrying their bags from their stay at the hospital. He set them at the foot of the stairs while smiling at the other four chipmunks. "Thanks, guys! So sweet of you to show such kindness to the love of my life...and mother of my child."

"Are you sure she's not the 'mother of your children'?" Simon chuckled as he pulled his brother into a hug. "Sorry to freak you out, Alvin, but I'm thrilled you're back home." He glanced over to his left. "And so are Theodore, Jeanette, and Eleanor."

The girls came over to envelop Alvin in a sandwich-hug. Eleanor giggled, "And there's the daddy-to-be!"

Alvin chuckled as he returned the hugs. "Oh, you girls are gonna be better aunts than I will be as a rockstar teen dad. It's like you thought of everything - the food you cooked... Which reminds me, the smell of food makes Britt feel nauseated."

"Got it!" Jeanette pulled out a pack of saltine crackers stashed in her left jacket pocket, then some ginger-flavored hard candies stashed in her right pocket. As she left the group with Eleanor in tow, she called out, "Britt? How are you feeling, Sis?"

Alvin smiled at his two brothers after he motioned to the hanging banner. "Nice banner. Although it's only welcoming Brittany, when Dave and I were there, along with...at least one baby."

"Didn't you read the fine-print on that banner?" Theodore pointed out. Sure enough, right below the printed word "BRITTANY" was some smaller hand-written print that said, "...And Company."

"We were afraid it would be too obvious to any visitors that a baby was coming along if we listed all of your names on there. 'And Company' can include you, Dave, and anyone else." Simon shrugged. "We have seen a few neighbors and friends drop by who heard she was in the hospital after being hit by a car. We're not wanting word to get out just yet that she's pregnant."

Alvin smiled. "Yeah, a few came by to visit us in the hospital. It was so sweet and thoughtful of them, that I almost felt bad that we couldn't share our 'news' with them yet."

"But thank you for keeping it secret for now, for the sake of Brittany's current injury." Simon sighed. "I'd worry that the paparazzi would badger us with so much negative attention if they knew, that she wouldn't get much rest. That wouldn't be good for her or the baby." He changed the subject. "I know she probably wants some time with her sisters right now, but I kinda want to check on the mother of my niece or nephew. Do you think that would be alright, Alvin?"

Alvin smiled. "Totally. I'm sure she would love to see you guys too, or anyone who isn't me or Dave."

As they started walking over to the couch where the others were, Alvin pulled Theodore into a playful headlock. "Hey, Teddy-Boy! You've been extra quiet this afternoon. And you're usually the first one to hug me. You OK, Little Bro?"

Theodore closed his eyes and returned the hug. "Huh? Oh, sure I'm OK. I just got distracted and forgot to hug you." It seemed no matter how hard he tried, he still couldn't bring himself to look his brother in the eye. He giggled so as not to worry Alvin. "I guess I have been a little out of it since we got the call that Brittany was taken to the hospital. But Ellie and I made dinner for you guys."

Alvin patted his back. "Thanks, Theodore! Now that you mention it, I'm getting kinda hungry. Brittany and Dave probably are too."

When they joined the girls on the couch, Brittany was in the middle with her head on Jeanette's right shoulder, while Eleanor rubbed her back from Brittany's right side.

Simon knelt on the edge of the couch across from Jeanette, while his hand patted Brittany's left knee. "Hey, Britt. Welcome back. Feeling any better? Can I get you anything?"

Brittany smiled at him and took hold of his hand. "I am feeling better, thanks for asking, Simon. Jeanette just gave me some crackers and some ginger candies so I'll be able to keep down the dinner that Ellie and Theodore cooked." She smiled at both of them.

"Are you ready to eat, yet?" Dave asked from where he sat in one of the chairs.

Brittany took a deep breath. "Well, I am kinda hungry. But I also don't mind sitting here for a few more moments, just to let my stomach settle a little more."

"Can you walk?" Eleanor asked her.

Brittany smiled. "Pretty sure I can still walk. But I don't go very far, or very fast."

"Well, it's not like you really should go anywhere in your condition. I mean, shouldn't you make a nest somewhere, and let the baby-daddy provide for you and spoil you?" Alvin asked with concern.

Brittany chuckled. "I'm OK, Alvin, thank you. It's more because of my injury that I don't feel like walking around. But I'm sure I'll need all the help I can get during the third trimester."

"Are you sure it's OK?" Alvin asked again.

"Yes!" Brittany rolled her eyes and explained to the others, "As you can all see, the baby-daddy has been very protective of me since he found out. It's like he has to be there to follow me and check up on me every five minutes, since he's afraid the baby will just 'fall out' or something. He's also afraid to let me go to the bathroom alone, thinking I'll accidentally pass the baby while peeing."

Eleanor laughed. "I wish it were that easy!"

Brittany continued as she squeezed Alvin's hand, "But Alvin has been helpful and sweet so far. The baby will just love having him as a dad, but I wonder if baby's first words will be, 'Back off, Daddy, you're smothering me.' Oh, I have a sweet-but-funny story about Alvin during this hospital stay. He's been great enough that he actually gave me a sponge-bath for the past two nights."

She glanced over at Alvin, who was blushing. "Really, Britt, do you have to tell that story?"

She laughed while squeezing his hand. "Relax, Alvin, it's not like they don't all know what we've done."

Under his breath, Theodore muttered so that only Eleanor could hear him, "Yeah, we do!"

Brittany continued her story, "I mean, Dave was OK with Alvin giving me a sponge-bath, since he is the baby-daddy, and it was not near as wild and crazy as...well, during the making of this baby, mostly because of my injury. But he was a wonderful nurse, and there was nothing he hasn't seen before, other than some bruising in various places." Alvin started burying his face in his other hand as Brittany continued the story. "Well, as he started washing me...there, you know...he looked really nervous. I was like, 'It's OK, Alvin, you've been there before, you know it won't bite you.' He was like, 'I'm just afraid I'll accidentally wash out the baby.' I'm like, 'The baby is waaay up in there, and you can't wash it out just doing what you're doing. I mean, I've heard some pregnant moms can still be...more sexually active than we plan to be.' Sure, Alvin means well, but I still thought it was pretty funny."

Dave shared a chuckle with the others. "Yeah, it must be a universal new-parent thing to ask odd questions that are common knowledge to the rest of the non-parenting world. I know when I first took in the boys, I was wondering some pretty bizarre things about them. Like: Would they rather sleep in a tree? Will they shed? What do they eat? Can they be house-trained? Will they bite me once they get more teeth? If they get sick, should I call a pediatrician or a veterinarian? Sorry, fellas, but for those first few weeks I wasn't sure if I should think of you as my 'pets' or as my 'children'. I mean, as I was growing up I never would've imagined having a family like ours, but now I couldn't imagine it any other way. You kids are the best. And even though the timing is again not as I imagined, I'm excited about seeing my first grandchild."

Alvin added, "And in case it wasn't clear from what Britt said earlier...in her own way, she was letting you guys know that...we hope to start over with a clean slate in the area of 'saving ourselves'. After giving her the sponge-baths in the hospital, the next time I'll see anything...down there on her...is probably gonna be when there's a baby making an exit. Only sooner in case of emergency. Then we can wait until our eventual wedding night for...well, you know..."

Simon patted Alvin's shoulder. "Let us know if there's anything we can do to keep you guys accountable to that. Sure, it's an admirable pledge that the rest of us want to keep as well - it's like a great gift for each other as future spouses. I mean, I'm sorry the rest of us left the two of you alone long enough to allow the temptation to get to you to break it in the first place."

"Thanks, Simon." Brittany smiled at him. "Well, I am getting hungry, but right now I don't really feel like walking."

"It's OK, I can still carry you." Dave got up and offered his hands out to her. The others made their way to the dining room table.

"Thanks again, Dave!" Brittany slid into his arms and let her father carry her. As Dave set her down in the seat to his immediate right at the table, she smiled. "And thank you, Theo and Ellie for making dinner for us. I'll do my best to keep it down. But if not, that is no reflection on you guys or your cooking. I mean, your cooking has sustained me well for years."

"Comfortable?" Alvin asked from her right side as he rubbed her back. He chuckled, "Wow, it's weird that we're gonna be parents when we are still sitting on books or booster seats, ourselves."

"My babies having babies..." Dave smiled as they started passing around plates and food for everyone. "I know most parents of expectant teens have a lot of regrets and their heads swim with many 'if-onlys', and the 'where-did-I-go-wrongs?' Did I send them to the wrong school that preached 'abstinence-only education'? Did I restrain my kids with too many rules, causing them to rebel? Was I too lax with rules?... With me, I know exactly where I went wrong, and that was that night I had an argument with Alvin to where he didn't feel loved around me. That drove him to the Treehouse, where he found love elsewhere. In some ways I'm grateful to Brittany for letting him have a place to stay, and for Eleanor and Jeanette for also welcoming him into their home. I just wish I wasn't so full of pride and self-righteousness for so long, so I could've apologized to Alvin sooner."

Alvin blinked. "Aww, I've forgiven you a long time ago, David. I'm sorry I wasn't completely honest and open during our 'catch-up lunch' and didn't tell you about going to the next level in my relationship with Britt, or that I even kinda hurt myself...there while...having fun."

"Sorry about that, Sweetie." Brittany patted his left hand. "But if it makes you feel better, I took quite a beating there myself. But I still had a lot of fun with you." She shrugged and said to the others, "But I'm glad for the sake of all of us with regrets during that time...that we've decided to keep the baby a secret from the public for now, and as long as possible."

Simon added, "By my calculations, we can probably get in two or three of our scheduled monthly concerts done before Brittany starts to show enough that we can't keep the secret anymore." He was sitting to Alvin's right.

Across from Brittany on Dave's left sat Jeanette. "At some point, like the third trimester, we might have to let her stay home from school. You know, so her water doesn't break while at school, and so she doesn't accidentally get stepped on in the crowded hallways and have a miscarriage."

Brittany chuckled, "If getting hit by a car didn't cause a miscarriage, I think I'll be OK."

Jeanette smiled back at her sister. "Still, I don't mind filling in for your job as the principal's assistant when the time comes. That is, if you'd like, Britt."

"Aww, Jen!" Brittany looked near happy tears again. "That's so sweet of you! And I feel like I can trust you with that without checking up on you or undermining you this time. I'm not as nervous about letting you fill in this time while I'm on maternity leave."

After a few moments, as the others ate, Eleanor asked, "So, while you guys were in the hospital, did you have time to discuss the living arrangements after the baby comes? Like, do we need to build a nursery wing in the Treehouse? Or will you make room over here? And do we need to baby-proof the Treehouse, or this house, or both?"

"We did talk a little about that." Alvin assured her. "And we decided to prepare a place for the baby to sleep in both houses, since we could see times they may need to be able to sleep in either place. You know, if the Chipettes go on tour without the Chipmunks, we can take care of them over here. Or if Dave or Miss Miller needs to come here to watch them while we're at school."

"Just curious, but do you mean 'them' in the singular sense that the baby could be a 'he' or a 'she'? Or do you mean 'them' in the plural sense that there could be more than just one baby in there?" Jeanette asked. When she saw their eyes grow wide, she apologized, "Sorry if the idea of twins, triplets, or more scares you guys, but do you know for sure? I mean, both of you come from families of triplets. And what will we all do if you have multiples? Did you guys talk about that in the hospital, even as a remote possibility?"

Alvin looked at Brittany, then back at Jeanette. "I guess we'll each pick a favorite - like Dave did with Simon a long time ago - and we can sell any left over." Everyone looked over at him to see if he was serious, while Brittany rolled her eyes and slapped his left arm. Alvin then doubled over laughing. "Sorry, guys, I couldn't resist. But, good grief, take a joke! I wouldn't sell a baby - especially our own kids." Looking over at his father, he added, "And, Dave, I know all six of us are tied for your favorite."

Dave chuckled. "Well, from my experience talking with grandparents, all of you might get dethroned as my favorites while my grandchild becomes my new favorite. And this baby will share the favorite spot with any siblings...and eventually cousins someday. You know, if and when, but no pressure or rush or anything."

"Aww, Dave..." Brittany patted his right forearm. She looked back at her older sister. "But, as you can see, Jeanette, whether we have one baby in me right now or a dozen babies - " She sighed, "Oh, Dear Lord, I hope not near that many!" She cleared her throat. "The point is, we'll love and care for what we get, and we can get some extra help if needed. One day, one step at a time." She sighed again. "I may seem calm-ish on the surface, but I'm still freaking out internally."

As Alvin rubbed her right shoulder to reassure her, Simon asked from his other side, "Since the two of you aren't officially married, and you have different last names - what will the baby's last name be? Seville, Chipette, or even Miller?"

"Well..." began Brittany once she regained her breath, "I was thinking that since eventually...someday...years from now...Alvin and I may get married and have other kids - I don't know, we'll see how this one goes - and since those later kids would have the last name Seville... I wouldn't want this child to feel singled out as 'the accident' or - God forbid - 'the bastard'. So it makes more sense to make this baby's last name Seville, just to avoid confusion."

Alvin placed his hand on her belly and said in a baby voice, "Don't let anybody call you an accident or an illegitimate child. It's not your fault if Mommy and Daddy aren't married yet. You're no accident, oh, no, no, no! You're a happy surprise, and Daddy can't wait to meet you!"

Brittany chuckled as she seemed to brainstorm a little more. "Although...as I think about it...if we have a boy, 'Miller' would be a nice first name for him. And if we have a girl, maybe we could call her 'Chipette', or 'Chippie' for short." She smiled over at Alvin, who was blinking with wide eyes. "But we can always have other discussions on ideas for baby names. We don't know what gender, or even how many we are having, yet."

Alvin smiled at her. "I kinda like those names. Keeping alive some extended family traditions by naming them after Miss Miller, or your chipmunk parents...uh, Mister and Missus Chipette. I wonder if they somehow know that they are about to be grandparents."

Simon blinked. "You know, it's even possible that our biological chipmunk parents had other, average, non-mutant litters of other siblings or half-siblings before us. They could easily be looking down on..." he did some rough calculations in his head, "...anywhere from seven to eighteen generations by now. And when I say 'looking down on', I don't necessarily mean in a morbid way, like from a heavenly afterlife. I meant more figuratively, like from higher branches on the family tree, since we don't know their location with absolute certainty."

After a few more moments, Eleanor spoke up. "So, earlier as you guys mentioned you may 'eventually' get married, did you guys actually set a date for that or get engaged?"

Brittany and Alvin glanced at each other before Brittany waved the back of her empty left hand in Eleanor's direction. "Uh, nope."

"Ellie-girl, you ruined my surprise!" Alvin gasped in mock disappointment. "I was gonna hide the ring in her dessert tonight."

Brittany groaned. "Ugh, I don't even know if I will be having dessert tonight, I'm starting to get full."

Alvin chuckled as he smiled back at Eleanor. "Sorry, just kidding. Britt and I are still several years away from even getting engaged. I mean, we're only fifteen - neither of us have a real driver's license, or access to our trust funds yet. I honestly can't get a good ring, unless Davey gives me a huge raise in my allowance." He jokingly winked over at his father, before facing Eleanor again. "Ha! But that's not happening. I'm sure we'd rather save money for baby needs for now. One step at a time." He looked back at Brittany and placed his left hand on her right hand. "Don't get me wrong, I love Brittany very much, and I hope she knows that, and feels that I care very deeply for her. But I just don't feel a rush to marry her just because she's knocked up with my child. We've learned the hard way that some scary stuff can happen when you rush a relationship, and we kinda need to slow down and catch our breath if we really want this to work. And I really do want this to work, since I can't imagine my life without Brittany. She's my soulmate."

"Aww!" Brittany squeezed his hand in her right hand, while wiping away a few tears with her left hand. "Alvin, that was beautiful!"

Theodore leaned over and whispered to Eleanor, "Careful! We know by now that Alvin always says the sweetest things before he has to fart."

Eleanor stifled a laugh while patting his forearm. She whispered her own reply to him, "So true!"

Brittany glanced around the table at the others once her eyes were dry enough. "And I love Alvin very much. But it's OK with me if I'm not married to the father of my child for now. Come to think of it, I'd hate to start a registry for wedding and baby shower stuff at the same time. And I'm not ready to plan a wedding where I won't be able to…" She motioned with her hands out in front of her belly. "…fit...into a white wedding dress - you know, in more ways than one."

As some of the others laughed, Theodore still seemed confused, so he spoke up, "Excuse me for a moment while I go get a drink refill in the kitchen."

He nudged Eleanor on his way out, and she took that as a hint to meet him in the kitchen. "Oh, me too. Is anyone ready for dessert when we come back?"

The others shrugged in a chorus of "Sure!" "OK." Or "Why not?"

Once she arrived in the kitchen, behind the island and out of sight from the dining room table, Eleanor looked over to her best friend with concern. "So, what's up, Theo? Are you OK?"

At first, he was facing away from her, but he turned around and started laughing awkwardly. "Sorry about that, Ellie. I'm having a hard time keeping it together after reading the diary entries. I feel like one of those kids who accidentally walked in on their parents having sex. Now I just can't look Alvin or Brittany in the eyes without picturing them...you know. How are you keeping it together so well?"

She patted his shoulder and smiled. "You poor, innocent thing. I really don't know how I'm keeping it together, what, with my new favorite porn writer and porn stars at the table. It's like I want to tell Britt, 'Awesome job! You should get that published!' But I'm afraid she'll feel more violated if she found out that we read her diary. I feel like we should tell them, because she's my sister, but today is just not the right time. I don't want to stress her out while she's still recovering from her head injury. So, I really don't know what to tell you that would help, other than some cliche, 'Hang in there a little longer'."

He smiled as he went about refilling their drinks. "I guess that kinda helps for now. But, you of all people, know me well enough by now to know that I've lived - and in some ways still live - a sheltered life. I've kinda blocked out a lot of those memories of being abused by Ian and Giorgio and the nights I went hungry in the Punishment Cage." He paused. "But I have to ask - and I feel comfortable asking you this - but, did I miss something when Brittany said she wouldn't be able to fit into a wedding dress in more ways than one?"

Eleanor giggled as she got out the dessert from the fridge - cups of chocolate pudding with whipped topping and candied cherries. "That's cool, Theo. I'd be happy to explain that. You see, not only will she have a hard time physically fitting into a wedding dress with a large baby-bump in the way..."

"Yeah, I got that part..." Theodore shrugged.

"...But she also wouldn't be allowed to wear a white wedding dress." Eleanor explained. "Since the white of the dress is supposed to be symbolic of the purity of her being a virgin."

Theodore started to smile as the information sank in. "Ohh... I get it now. It would be ironic for her to walk down the aisle in a white dress with a baby-bump. Sorry, I'm a little slow. Alvin says it's the blonde hair."

Eleanor giggled. "Hey, my hair is blonder than yours." She set the tray of desserts down so she could playfully ruffle his hair. "I like that you are so sweet and innocent, and that you think a lot more with your heart than with your head, T-Bear."

He giggled while setting down the drinks to pull her into a hug. "But I'm pretty sure I think with my stomach a lot, while Alvin obviously thinks...a few inches south of there. Not that I've never been guilty of thinking with that, or waking up with my pants unzipped and someone's bra tucked into my pants..." He playfully nudged her.

She giggled and threw him a wink. "Someone's sure coming out from his 'sheltered life'."

Theodore giggled. "Well, it's nice to know I can trust you, Ellie-Belle, as you have been learning such helpful stuff from your choice of late-night reading material." They shared a laugh as he affectionately took hold of her hands. "OK, sorry for giving you such a hard time about Ophelia and Mortimer." He sighed. "It's not fair that if a guy is into those porny romance novels or other porn, he's considered a pervert. But a girl into that kinda stuff is actually cool." He squeezed her hands as he leaned in to whisper, "So cool, it's hot!"

Eleanor giggled in surprise. "Theo, you're making it even tougher to wait until we get married when you talk like that!" They shared another laugh as he went back to get the drinks and she went back to get the tray of desserts. "And for the record, that look on your face was exactly as I pictured how Britt sees the 'mischievous twinkle in Alvin's eyes'. It makes me wonder what else you and Alvin have in common, since you share the same DNA."

The two of them went back into the dining room to pass around desserts and get some drink refill orders for water, tea, or lemonade. Even Brittany felt OK enough to try a few bites of dessert. Her head was starting to hurt, so Dave went to get some Tylenol for her, as well as some barf bags, in case she couldn't make it to the downstairs half-bathroom in time. Jeanette even passed her some ginger hard candies to curb a bit of her nausea. Alvin stayed by her side and rubbed her back.

Once Brittany caught her breath, she blinked away a few tears. "By the way, I'm sorry for putting everyone through all this at the dinner table. I mean, if I weren't such a slut, we wouldn't even be in this mess."

Alvin continued rubbing her back. "Britt, it's OK, no one in this family thinks you're a slut. Even if they do, I'm no more innocent than you in this matter. And we decided to start over with a clean slate and a clear conscience, right?"

"Yeah, we don't judge either of you." Simon smiled. "We're all in this together with you, and we want to welcome this baby - or babies - into this family together."

"Thanks, everyone." Brittany smiled. "Sorry if I'm still emotional from all the hormones. But strap in, since it's only gonna get even more intense!" She placed a hand to her mouth. "Oh, please pass me a barf bag!"


A/N: It's funny that in many episodes of the Nickelodeon cartoon whenever it shows them sitting at a human-sized table, they always sit on a stack of several books. Jeanette filled in for Brittany as principal's assistant in the episode "The Temp". Alvin thought Simon was Dave's favorite in "Playing Favorites", while he thought both Simon and Theodore were Dave's favorites in "Alvin's Wild Weekend". Seeing as my own parents now have three granddaughters, the granddaughters are now tied for their "favorite", while you mention their children (myself & siblings) to them and they are like, "Who?"