I snuck in again, on another weekend. HAHA, how're they going to stop me? Confiscate the laptop I'm using? They can't confiscate THEIR laptop now, won't they?

Well, enough of that,

Simonette 4eva = I'll do that. In the meantime, why don't you ask me for suggestions for YOUR story. I'll be glad to help out a fellow fictionist.

Wordnerb93 = Insatiable? I know the meaning of the word (He really doesn't). Thank's for teaching me a new word, I just hooked it up on my thesaurus, and yes, they really are.

AFictionalMind = A crossover story moment? Where?

AXB4EVER = I get a writer's block just thinking about it, I don't know if I should give them some pure, warm love, or hard, cold lust. Maybe both? Maybe, but it doesn't suit the aftermath, which is chapter nine.

MrBucktheweasel6 = You're such a weasel *Chuckles*. Don't give any doubts, I'm sure your stories are going to be way more than just bad ass. Oh, if you need any help, don't hesitate to ask me, I'm always open for questions and helping a fellow fictionist, especially new ones.

CR4ever = Not soccer camp? Oops.

The second week of school gave me a cold, so I can't exactly think that straight, so forgive me if this chapter isn't as good as you hoped.

Brittany's point of view

The sun shone up on my face, a comfortable and soothing warmth wrapped around my body as I slept. I slowly fluttered my eyes open, the blurry vision lifted up, the first thing I saw was the most pleasant thing to lay eyes upon at my wake - Alvin had his eyes under those close eyelids covered with soft, brown fur. His arms around my whole body, our front side facing each other, no space between our bodies.

Memories of last night slowly flashed back to me, another great night spent with him. I smiled with with soothed and satisfied grin to the pleasure and love he gave to me last night and the night before. We did it again, for the second time, even better than the first. I think we just found out how to spend every night of our vacation,... you know what I mean.

Another good night spent with my mate, I would do this again tonight, whether he asked for it or not, I just couldn't get enough of him, I love him so much, that showing it this way isn't enough.

I snuggled on to him tighter, not wanting to let go any soon. But something's different here, something's wrong. I felt something churning inside my stomach. As I took my paw to hold on to it, an unexpected wave of nausea hit me.

I broke free from his arm and held my paw against my mouth as I kicked the blankets off, stood up and hopped away, scurrying towards the bathroom. I hopped up on top of the sink and started to hurl my insides out. I found it strange, I hadn't eaten anything last night.

I turned the tap on as soon as I was finished and washed all those away. I sat down on the rim,... confused. Am I sick? I held my paw against my stomach again, I felt something, I don't know how to explain it, but I feel something,... inside.

Is it possible?

Then again, I felt it, something, it like,.. I felt it, it was growing,... inside me. I gulped. I am,... I really am. My heart pounded a thousand times as I thought of it...

- I'm... I'm pregnant,... with Alvin's child.

I sat there, thinking, why does it have to happen now? Why now? I accept the fact that I'm having Alvin's child growing inside me, I couldn't be anymore happier that I'm having his child... but will he? How is he going to take this in? He told me that he's not ready, that scares me, will he get scared and break up with me? No, he wouldn't, but how is he going to take this?

These questions ran into my head as I sat for another moment. Then unexpectedly, I heard a voice from the open door.

"Brittany, are you alright?" I felt my stomach ease up as I heard that voice, but my heart raced a million miles an hour as a thought came - should I tell him?

"Yeah, Alvin, I'm fine." I answered, half lied, in fact.

"Okay, can I come in?" He asked.

I felt myself on a crossroad of decisions, should I let him in and let him get a clue? Or reject him, making him worry and ask questions all day. As bad as the first one sounds, I chose it.

"Yeah, sure." I permitted.

I didn't close the door when I went in, so he just stepped inside and greeted "Hey, Britt, are you alright?"

I looked at his exposed body, alright, I stared. I haven't seen it from afar before, it looked awesome from my point of view. "Oh, come on, Britt, you saw me like this twice, don't get all new on me." He said.

I said nothing, but hopped out (carefully, not wanting to hurt him/her/them) the sink and approached him slowly as I gave him a sweet smile.

"Britt, are you sure you're alright?" I asked.

I said nothing, still. As soon as I got him at arm range, I raised a paw and held his soft one. I gave another smile to him as I guided his paw towards my stomach, gently pressing it, letting him feel what was going on inside me. I soon as his soft paw met in contact against my stomach, it felt soothed, at ease - there was definitely something growing inside me... finally.

"Never better, Alvin." I answered his last question.

He raised an eyebrow and shook it off "Uh,... okay,... I can see that." He looked over at his paw gently placed flat on my stomach "Why's that?" He asked.

"That's for you to find out." I said. I couldn't just simply tell him that I was pregnant with his child, I don't know how he would react.

Jeanette's POV

I felt the heat and brightness of the sun waving my face awake, my eyes slowly fluttered open. My vision was blurry, my glasses weren't on, but I could see Simon's brownish-black fur, I was laying on top of it. I remembered everything from last night, it was amazing, I don't know what else to say, it was the best night of my life, I didn't feel any regret, I had it with him without any hesitation. He finally took me, I'm finally his mate.

I smiled as endless waves of joy and happiness hit me with the thought, I finally have Simon as a mate, someone I would commit myself to, someone I would love to spend the rest of my life with. Even with my blurry vision, I could still picture how cute he is, how he's sleeping.

I reached for my purple rimmed glasses on the nightstand beside my bed and adjusted it to the bridge of my nose. I started to see clearly, Simon was asleep, he didn't have his glasses on, he looked so cute. It was like a dream come true, someone like me to mate with someone so dreamy and handsome. This wasn't a dream, it was real, a dream come true, heaven on earth.

I continued to stare at him, until finally, after a few minutes, he budged, yawned, and stretched.

Simon's point of view...

I yawned and stretched, fighting off the drowsiness away. I still felt sapped of energy, a little tired, but well rested. As soon as I opened my eyes, my vision was blurred. But even with that, I could still clearly see a brunette fur sitting next to me with a sweet smile.

"Morning, mate." She greeted me, a voice that sounds like an angel, a good sound to start my morning with.

"Mate?" I asked.

But before she could answer, I saw her handing something to me, my black rimmed glasses. I took it by paw and placed it on the bridge of my nose, blinked twice and began to see clearly. The first thing I saw was a beautiful angel with purple rimmed glasses and a beautiful smile.

"I slept with you last night, remember?" She reminded me. I flashed back to last night, I remembered everything completely. I smiled as the memory came back, the best night of my life, all the love and pleasure felt mixed with passion. We did it, I was happy. But there was one thing I couldn't get off, though. I saw all her pain last night when I took it from her, it was heartbreaking to see her like that, in agony. But she let me go on with it, anyway.

"How could I forget?" I replied.

"I know you won't. You were amazing." She complimented.

"No, you were." I replied.

She then, laid down on my chest and sighed "I don't care, that was the best night of my life. You gave it to me, Simon, thank you."

"I love you. But I'm sorry I had to hurt you, though." I apologized.

"Hurt me? Or pleasure me. Either way, Simon, it happened and I wouldn't wish for anything else." She said.

"Heheh, you really wanted this, didn't you?" I asked.

"You had no idea how long I've been waiting for this. Since our first date, even under my proestrous I still wanted it, even a little." She answered.

"Yeah, but I thought female chipmunks were supposed to act hostile towards their mate after the night." I said.

"That's because they weren't ready, it was their instincts telling them to do it. After they got rid of their heat, they come back to their senses and you can tell the rest." She answered in a matter of fact like she knew it. "But me, I was more than ready to let you take me, I wanted to be your mate, a part of your family." She said.

"You were already part of the Seville family when you moved in." I stated.

"Yeah, but I wanted to be a part of you. Some of these days, we're going to have our own family, now that you're my mate and it's going to happen anytime soon."

"We're still fifteen, what about school?" I asked.

"School is all just about getting the good grades and being popular and stuff. What we really need is to learn and I don't think we need school for that." She stated.

"Well, I gotta agree with that." I said.

Just in, a knock came from the door, an urgent one too. "SSSSIIIIIMMMMOOOONNNN!"

That sounded like DAVE!

Oh no, what if he knows? I jumped up and panicked. I took my clothes laying beside under the sheets and slid it on in a hurry.

The knocking intensified "SIMON! DON'T MAKE ME COME OVER THERE!" Dave threatened.

I felt my heart speed up in fear and panic. I took Jeanette's nightgown and handed it to her, but she seemed calm under all these pressures. It gave me a curious feeling.

"Jeanette, why are you awfully calm?" I asked.

"Why shouldn't I be?"

"Well, if Dave sees you with no clothes on, he'll find out what happened and you can tell the rest." I stated.

"I don't care, whatever problem you have is what I have. We face it together, nothing can overcome us, right?" She said.

"Yeah, but right now, let's reduce the problem, just for today." I said.

She placed her nightgown back on, I scurried towards the door and hastily opened it, revealing Dave with an unpleasant look.

"Hey, Dave." I greeted.

He had a newspaper clutched in his hand "Simon, what's this?" He asked as he placed the paper down.

I gasped at the headline, and the picture. It was from yesterday, back at the beach with me and Jeanette kissing, making out, lying down. I was on top of her when we nearly did it.

The headline was labeled "Simonette? Are Simon and Jeanette finally taking their relationship to the next level?"

I looked back at Dave who had a stern look and his arms crossed "Simon, please tell me you didn't do it." He said.

This time, I knew I had to lie "I- uh,.. n-no, we,.. uh... we didn't. We were just making out, that's all." I lied, and unfortunately I wasn't very good at it, but he's buying it.

"Oh, really? Where's Jeanette?" He asked.

"Asleep." I answered, looking back at the bed, Jeanette hid under the covers.

"Well, that better be true, or else, Simon." He threatened with a stern voice "Now, if you'll excuse me, I'll be calling off all those interviews about this strange rumor." With that, he turned, closed the door and left.

''Whew..." I sighed.

Eleanor's point of view...

Theodore was still asleep, he never was a morning person, so gently gave him a kiss on the cheek before getting up and headed towards the bathroom.

I got in, closed and locked the door and turned the on the tap on the sink, using it as a bathtub. As soon as the water was filled with soap and warm water, I gently stepped in and dipped myself with a soothed sigh.

But as I felt the water drowning my upper body, I felt something else, like being submerged in a pool of guilt as I thought of Brittany. I knew I didn't have the right to do that, but she's my sister and she shouldn't have done that. But still, our sisterly relationship is slowly going down the drain because of something that wasn't my business.

I felt guilty, our relationship as a sibling, and butting in on something that really made her happy. She's my sister and I'm supposed to be happy that she now has a loving, caring, douchbaggy mate that loves her dearly, and I should be happy that she offered herself to such. But still, I didn't feel happy for her, but I felt guilty for ruining our relationship. I don't hate her for what she did, I just care for her and she just did something that really hurt her. But it's normal, I should be happy that she was claimed at this young age, but I guess I was too involved in the human community that I couldn't tell the civilized from the woodland.

I don't want to do so, but I have to apologize to her. I'm her sister and I should support her for anything that she did.

A few minutes later, back in Alvin and Brittany's room...

Alvin's point of view...

Brittany and I just took a bath, I kept asking her if she was alright, all she did was place a paw on her stomach, or sometimes mine and then, give me a smile. I just don't know what's going on with her, she's acting weird and not telling me everything I want to hear. I wanted to start a conversation, she says something that puts it to an end, like "Never better" "I'm fine" "Yep, uh huh." Seriously, what is with her?

We both laid down on our bed, staring at each other and smiling. Silence was in the room, I didn't like it, so I broke it.

"Are you sure nothing's wrong with you?" I asked.

"I'm sure, I'm fine, Alvin." She answered, but I wasn't going to let her put me off again.

"Are you sure, Brittany? That's what you always say, and yet, you keep acting weird." I stated.

"I,... uh,.. it's nothing you should be concerned of." She answered, placing her paw on her stomach, again for a dozen times.

"Brittany, please, tell me. You keep doing that, I can tell there's something wrong, are you sick?" I asked.

"uh, yeah,... I mean no,... well sort of." I felt another rush of confusion by the phrase 'sort of'.

"What do you mean 'sort of'?" I asked.

"It's something you shouldn't know today, Alvin. It's a surprise." What did she say? A surprise? Something weird's happening here and it's a surprise?

"Surprise? Brittany, as your mate, please tell me what it is." I said in a concerned voice.

"But - " She sighed in defeat "Alright, I'll tell you. But please, Alvin, I beg you, take this lightly."

Brittany's point of view

I couldn't go against his right of dominance over me. I think I have tell him,... but I don't think he's going to react as expected - happy, overjoyed,... He's probably going to act all shocked and surprised,and scared.

"Alright, I'll tell you. But please, Alvin, I beg you, take this lightly." I warned.

He nodded in agreement.

I felt blood rushing inside me in nervousness, my heart started to beat fast again as I opened my mouth "Alvin,.. I'm -"

Just as soon as I was about to say it, the doorbell rang (why didn't Dave use that before instead of knocking?), making me jump up in startles.

"Oh, hold that thought, I'll get it." Alvin said, 'much to my relief, he got up and turned away, heading towards the door.

I gave out a sigh and lay down on the bed. That was an escape, but for how long will it last? I laid down there, thinking. Should I lie to him? No, I won't do that, I never will. But I have to hide this too, but even so, he has to know.

Nervousness struck me in the next moment as I heard the door close. Alvin soon hopped up on top of the bed, giving me the shivers.

"What was it?" I asked.

He scratched the back of his head "Um... Eleanor wants to talk to you."

I flinched as I heard that name. Just then, another figure hopped up on the bed wearing a green and white striped shirt and a yellow green skirt - Eleanor.

I shot her a glare... what does she want this time?

She approached me with caution as if I was something that was going to pounce up on her any second, which I was if she ever says something about Alvin in front of him.

"Um... Brittany, I need to talk to you." She said.

"I know, Alvin told me." I said coldly.

"Alone." She turned to Alvin, gesturing him to give us some privacy. I just felt hard-cold blood boiling inside me at what she just did. No one does that to my mate, simply telling him to get out of sight, especially her.

I felt as if I was just going to hit her any second, but I held it back, anyways. As Alvin was about to walk out, I spoke up

"He stays!" I commanded, just then, Alvin stopped walking.

Eleanor looked at me "Please, Brittany, I'm asking for a piece of your time in privacy." She pleaded.

"Alvin's my mate. You ask for my time, you ask for his." I stated.

"I'm your sister and I have the right to talk to you in private." She fired back.

I gave her a frown "I love him more than I simply love my sisters. I have the right to decide!" I snapped.

"More than your sisters? That's it? We've all been through a lot together, and you tell me you love HIM more than us!" She snapped back.

I felt my blood boiling, I was about to explode any second. She can't just barge in here and say that in front of us!

I was about to say something else, but Alvin interrupted "Girls, please! Calm down!" he ordered.

As his mate, I did what he said, Eleanor soon followed. We both looked at him "Now, Brittany, it's alright for me for you to talk to her. We can have all the talking we want tonight." He said.

"But, Alvin..." I complained.

"Don't worry, if she's not out by ten minutes, I'll kick her out." He turned to Eleanor "No offense, Ellie."

"It's fine, I only need a minute." Eleanor replied.

Alvin then nodded "Is Theodore awake?" He asked.

"He's sleeping." Eleanor answered.

"Well, okay, I'll be in the bathroom if you need me.''

With that, he left and headed towards the said place, leaving me and Eleanor with privacy. As soon as Alvin was gone, I spoke up

"What do you want?" I asked coldly.

She gave out a sigh "Brittany, I just wanted to tell you something."

I gave her a cold glare "That we did it again? Yes, we did, and it was still one of the most loving and pleasurable experience I've had. What's it to you?" I said.

"It's nothing, I didn't come here for that." She said.

"And then, what?" I asked.

"I'm going to say, I don't care if you did it again. I should be happy if you're happy. I'm your sister and I should've supported you, not telling you to undo what you just did." She replied.

Is she apologizing? Is she going soft on me? Whatever she's doing, I still can't get out of my head what she did to Alvin a minute ago and what she said about him yesterday. I didn't back down.

"Yeah? And I'm glad you realized. Maybe someday, you and Theodore might understand what we're feeling right now. It's the best thing that's ever happened to us, and not even my sisters are going to make me deny it." I said coldly.

"I'm not trying to make you deny it, Brittany. I'm just going to say that I'm sorry." She said.

I gave her a colder glare "Sorry? After what you said about Alvin, you're telling me that you're sorry?"

"Please, Brittany, you're my sister and I shouldn't have talked to about your mate like that. I'm really sorry." She looked down, covering her face with the shadows of her forehead.

Is she serious? Is she really apologizing? Should I forgive her? These thoughts ran into my head, another crossroad of decisions.

I sat there, thinking. Should I really forgive her? She's my sister, we've been through a lot.

I felt my blood cooling down, so was my temper. I think I should, we're siblings, and even though we have a mate it didn't mean it could change our relationship.

"E- Eleanor." I stuttered. "You're serious?" I asked.

She sniffed. Is she crying? "I couldn't stand one day hating you, Brittany, that's just not like us, sisters who hate each other, not saying a word to each other." Her voice nearly cracked,... she really was crying.

"Are you crying?" I asked, as her contagious action nearly sent a tear running down my cheeks.

She looked up, the fur on her face was wet, tears "I won't hide it. I'm really sorry, Britt."

I felt the liquid running out of my nose, I sniffed it back and a tear broke out of my eye. I made my sister cry? This is something I don't usually see, was I really that much harsh? I felt a wave of guilt hit me as I saw her in tears. I didn't mean to make her feel this way, I only wanted to see to it that no one patronizes Alvin.

I scooted closer to my tearing sister and slowly wrapped her in a comforting hug "Eleanor,... it's alright, I forgive you." I said "I'm sorry too" I added.

"For what?" She asked.

"Going too far. I didn't mean to make you feel this way, sorry."

"It's alright, Britt."

I gave a forgiven smile "I didn't mean what I said earlier, I love you and Jeanette just like how I love Alvin." I acknowledged.

She pulled out of the hug, my shoulder was partly wet because of her tears "It's okay, Britt, I know you didn't mean that."

I gave another smile.

"Anyways, I have to go, I took up enough of you're time with Alvin."

Alvin! Oh, no, I was going to tell him! What should I do? How's he going to take this? I completely forgot, should I lie to him? Just as Eleanor was about to jump out of the bed, I stopped her. For now, I'm glad that we apologized, but now, I needed her advice.

"Eleanor." I called out.

She looked back at me.

"C- can I talk to you?" I asked.

"Sure, about what?" She went closer and sat down in front of me.

"It's something I've been afraid to tell Alvin this morning. I just found out about an hour ago." I stated.

"Why? Are you sick?" She asked in a concerned tone.

I gave her a clue "Sort of, but not in a way of needing medicine." I said.

"What is it?" She asked.

I felt myself completely froze up as I was about to tell her. I needed to ask for her advice, she's always been the eldest one at heart, she'd know. I still can't tell Alvin.

"Eleanor, I'm - " I gulped.

"What is it, Brittany?" She asked.

I placed a paw on my stomach as I was about to say it -

"I'm pregnant."

"YOU'RE WHAT!" I heard a voice, it wasn't Eleanor's. It was something I feared the most, it was Alvin's.

I gasped and looked at his direction "Alvin?"

"Brittany, what did you say?" He asked... I was doomed.

AAHH, Finally. Without free time, it took me three days to make this. Whew, anyways, thanks for reviewing and reading. Please send more and sorry about the lack of details. I had a writer's block again, school stress - the worst problem of every student on earth.

Joe, out.