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Guest (SWEET! please let Alvin and Brittany mate when shes pregnant) = Um,... no, sorry. That would be so wrong, inappropriate, and Immoral.

Roller4200 = Welcome back, then. I know what it feels to be grounded, my folks went as far as confiscating all my electric and acoustic guitars, leaving me with nothing but my bed and my pillow. It was so hard that I actually thought of finding a rope.

Monsterhigh108 = Thanks, to you and to the others for your reviews.

ChipmunksRule4ever = Don't worry, I have something else in planned for her.

Chipmunkfan1001 = *Kneels down with arms raised in the air* Praise be, fellow munk. Thank you for your reviews, and may God bless your soul! WWWOOOOO, THANKS TO YOU AND THE OTHERS!

Mrbucktheweasel6 = Don't worry about it. I've had enough of her, anyways. All she ever does is ask for free lunch from the canteen, which, only members of the band explosion can get. I've set sights for her friend, but so far, I'm currently in her friendzone and breaking the ice right now would result to her ignoring me for the rest of the school year.

Third person Point of view (Still fond of it for no apparent reason :D) (P.S., this was supposed to be in a separate chapter, but then I realized how short and how much of a mess it'll make towards the story. So, I'll put the title hear: 'Problem brews'.)

Dave was out cleaning the house until his phone rang up. He then reached for his pocket and checked the caller I.D., which stated 'Ian Hawke'. He slid the button towards the 'answer' and placed it over his ear.

"What is it, Ian?" He asked.

"Dave,..." Ian sounded strange, as if in panic "It's worse than I thought."

"Why, what's going on?" Dave, concerned, asked.

"About the rumor. We thought of waiting for it to die down, right?"

"Yeah?"

"Well, just when things were starting to get low, the manager of One Stand (Made it up) Records is offering a pay for the proof of Brittany's pregnancy. They just mentioned it on the news, if you weren't watching." Ian answered.

"What? How much?" Dave asked.

"He didn't say. But he said that it depended on how strong the proof is related to the truth of the rumor. Now, we have the whole California against us." Ian replied.

Dave slapped his face and slid it across his face with a clearly audible sigh "This can not be good. Are there any proofs yet?"

"Fortunately, not yet, but if we don't do something soon, it could ruin those guys, and I mean the whole chipmunk group." Ian said worriedly.

"Ian, that won't happen. Is there anything we can do?"

"I don't know, so far. But One Stand Records just happens to be the top rival of Jett Records, and they probably brought the wanted sign up to put the record company down by putting the chipmunks out of the picture." Ian stated "Oh, and I've been getting huge amount of mails from different talk shows, and this time, they're after Simon, Jeanette, Alvin, and Brittany." He added.

"No, Ian, keep rejecting. I'm not about to expose Brittany or anyone else in public yet. We'll talk about this later." With that, Dave gave a loud sigh and hung up.

'We've got trouble.' He thought.

Simon's point of view...

It's unexpected. Jeanette is pregnant, and I'm the father. But as sudden as it was, I brought her into this, and I'm going to help her go through it and support her. I'm happy about it, she's pregnant with my children, and every child is a symbol of how much we love each other. Every night, we showed our love to each other through passion, and mutual pleasure. We love each other so much, that that love remained inside her and grew into a symbol and representation of our love - our own children.

I'm starting a family with her, even just by the thought of it, a smile can break on my lips without me noticing. I'm just 15 years old, on going to 16 in a few months after spring, but I can say that I'm responsible enough, and ready than ever to take care of children with Jeanette.

As sudden and unexpected this occurrence took place, it didn't change my decision whether to keep the children or not. The choice is much obvious and clear as it would be unjust, shameful, and immoral to say 'no'. Jeanette and I are keeping the child, and if any of our family members doesn't like it, then they're not my family anymore. I'm already starting a new family, just me and Jeanette. Then again, a smile broke on my lips as I thought of it.

But as happy as I am, we're still planning on when to tell Dave. It's only been a day, but we're planning to tell him as soon as possible. Jeanette and I are just waiting for him to get on the right position.

I didn't want to risk Jeanette stressing herself, especially with the kids inside her, so I had her lie down on the bed while I attended to her needs. Just a few hours after her first morning sickness, about three hours ago.

I just got back from the kitchen, fetching her a refreshment. Hopping up on top of the bed, my sight went first towards her brunette fur. She was lying down on her back with two stacks of pillow on her head to keep her upper body elevated to a comfortable position. Sensing my appearance, she shifted her view towards my direction, giving me a warm smile and seeing me with a glass (a chipmunk glass, of course) of orange juice.

"Here, Jeanette." I offered her the glass.

She gave me a heartily smile while taking the glass off my paw. "Thanks, Simon." She acknowledged "You know, you really didn't have to. I could'v just went down and fetch it for myself."

I gave her a chuckle "I'm sorry for my overprotectivness, but right now and until then, I'm not going to let you stress any muscle." I told her.

"I won't stress any muscle while I'm walking, Simon." She said.

I shook my head "Nope, I won't risk it. You have no idea how overprotective I can get when it comes to you, let alone you and our kids."

She gave an agreeing look after drinking the juice from the glass and placed it on the bedside table "Well, thanks for the drink, Simon. But I really shouldn't make a habit of asking you for anything." She said.

"Sorry, but you're going have to get used to it. Don't worry, I'll allow you to walk next month."

She placed a pout on her face, however she looked cute doing it "Oh, that's too long." She complained.

I placed a comforting smile "Don't worry, I'll be here with you all the way. I got us into this, and we're going through this together. In the end, we're going to have our own family." I told her proudly - proud of the word 'family. Then again, as I said those words, my smile deepened in pure hidden joy.

Jeanette's pout slowly grew into a smile as she used her paw to trace down on from her chest and laying it flat on her womb. Looking at her stomach, her smile grew even deeper before looking at me. I literally felt all global problems disappear as my eyes met her's and her smile.

"A family. I've always dreamed of starting a family with you, and now it turned to reality. It's only been a day, but I feel it's a whole week, or even more. I guess, I just can't wait."

I took my own paw and gently traced it down to her stomach, feeling her breathing at ease as I did so "Me too. But we really have to tell someone soon." I suggested.

"I don't have any plan to tell anyone." She stated "And I'm not planning to keep it a secret, either. Why don't we just wait for the suspicion and question to pop out before we tell."

I gave her an agreeing nod "Anything you say." I replied.

Brittany's point of view...

It's getting close, just a few more days, Alvin and I are going to be parents, I can't wait!. The morning sickness already halted to an end, and that's a sign that I only have a few more days left to say goodbye to the old life and live a better one as a mother.

Hmm, a mother. That word sounds so right, kind of makes me more excited to be one. One day, the kids are going to call me 'mom', and I feel like I won't be able to contain the pride and joy.

I may be a teenager, but no matter how much influence humans brought upon us, we're still chipmunks and being a mother of Alvin's children is a dream come true, regardless of my young age. Well, there's a superstition - the younger chipmunks become parents, the better their life would turn out. For me, that superstition is already a proven scientific theory, and more. I can tell that my life is going to be great, just by looking at my stomach, then back at Alvin. I don't know genetics like Simon and Jeanette, but I can tell that our children are going to be more than just simply cute, handsome, or beautiful, judging by mine and Alvin's genes.

Even with the cramps slowly fading away, Alvin wouldn't allow me to walk around freely. He didn't want me to stretch a muscle just by getting a glass of water, so he took care of both what I needed and wanted, and so far, what I want is Alvin to be close to me and our kids.

I had my back down, my upper body leaning against a stack of pillows to keep it elevated. Alvin laid down beside me, giving me that comforting feeling inside my stomach, followed by some weak kicks as he placed his paw flat on my stomach, caressing it with the fatherly love he could give.

"Are they alright?" He asked me, about the millionth time. I appreciate his concern, but there really is nothing to worry about, now that he's here.

"Why ask what you already know? Of course they're alright. They can feel that you're hear and they started moving around as if they want to get out and cuddle up to you." I answered.

He gave a humming chuckle "They'll have to wait." He said, shifting his view towards my stomach "Don't worry kids. You'll get to see me and your mom soon enough." He said softly.

I couldn't help but feel proud of him. The way he talks to them, even when they're not born yet, I could feel all the love and security he could give, just by the tone of his voice.

I can't wait for the time they get to see us. Having bundles of fur in our arms, our babies, the symbol of our love. Each child is a representation of how much Alvin and I love each other, and I don't think more than one is enough.

'Don't worry, kids. You'll get to see me and your dad, soon. But right now, you'll just have to wait.'

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