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Brittany's point of view (As requested by majority)...

After yelling his name just like Dave would, I found myself glaring at Alvin who was sitting on the stairs of the porch. I can't believe him. I told him specifically NOT to let the kids out yet until the right time. He agreed, but look where the boys are now. Unreliable, I say.

Call me mad, because I am. Angry, annoyed even.

As soon as he heard my yell, his ear and his tail flinched. His body sat upright and erect in surprise before looking behind towards me. As soon as he saw me, he gave a grin, a surprised grin. A grin that I've always admired ever since the beginning. But now, this is one of the times I don't want to see it.

"H-hey, Britt." He greeted me as if nothing was up.

I frowned at him, moved closer, my eyes burning in anger. "WHAT ARE YOU THINKING!?" I yelled.

"Nothing, I thought the boys could use a little fresh air." He maintained his cool, playboy kind of attitude.

"Clam it, sudsi. What did I tell you about not letting the kids out?" I toned my voice down, but still maintained an angry expression. I don't know, but yelling at him seemed so wrong. Even though HE did the wrong thing, it felt VERY wrong. But even in my toned down voice, it still felt wrong.

"We're chipmunks, Brittany. So are our sons. They need to know what it's like to be outside, even for just a few minutes." He told me. It didn't seem fair, MY feelings aren't fair. When I argue with him, I feel like my conscience is horribly munching down my insides. But when HE argues with me, I feel like I deserve it. I don't know what I did, but I feel like I deserve it.

His last sentence was right. I used to hate it when he's right, but now, my feelings are constantly trying to tell me to praise him. What is wrong with me, anyways? I know that I love him and all, but this is insanity.

Usually, in arguments, my mind would quickly work up a deadly comeback. But know, my mind is filled with good things telling me to praise him, worship him as if he was a god. With my mind not working with me, I guess I'm on my own.

"I- I don't really care, Alvin. We're doing this for a reason." I didn't watch the words that came out of my mouth. What came out of my mouth, was what I manually thought of.

Alvin looked at me as if I said something wrong. Was it something I said? I didn't really watch my words, so did something came out that sounded wrong?

"D- don't care? Brittany, you don't care about our kids? Our OWN children? Our own sons and our own daughters?" He told me horribly.

At what he said, struck thousands of needles tipped with the poison of self hatred and realization deep inside me. I gasped in horror as I took steps back.

Oh, no, why did I say that? What was I thinking? I regret saying it, but it's not helping on calming my feelings down.

Deep inside my conscience's eating me, my feelings constantly telling me to beat myself up for what I said, just to express how sorry I am, and how I didn't mean it. That wasn't me. I didn't say that. It was my ego, my horrible ego, always up for the win, and never for the lose, whatever the situation is. I thought I already changed. When he became my boyfriend, I thought that I always prioritize his positive feelings.

But now, what am I doing? Why was I even mad at him in the first place? They're chipmunks, they need to feel the outside while they're still at a young age. Why am I being egotistical?

Questions clouded my head. At what I said, made my eyes slightly water. My priority right now, is telling him that I didn't mean it.

"Oh my God. Alvin, I- I'm sorry. I didn't mean to." My voice toned down from hidden-anger to extreme beg for forgiveness.

But still, he continued to look at me with a horrible expression. "Why'd you say that you didn't care? They're OUR kids, Brittany!" He yelled at me.

At the height of his voice, I can see that the tables have turned. I came here mad, giving him shame, only to make HIM mad, and giving me much more shame. I felt like I want to die. He yelled at me! He yelled at me in anger and I deserve it! I feel like I deserve it, and I feel like I deserve MORE of it.

He's never yelled at me before. He never did, not once. He may have on some occasions, but anger was never present in his voice. But now, this invisible force struck me in the chest, slit off my throat, and left me dumbfounded with who knows how many life I've got left. With him yelling at me, I felt like the whole world just turned against me. Who am I kidding, Alvin IS the whole world to me, and now, he's yelling at me.

I know that I feel like I deserve the volume of his voice, but I couldn't take it. I wanted to get away from it, away from another yell.

I felt a drop of water coming out of my eye. I closed them and looked away from him. "I- I'm sorry, Alvin. Please forgive me."

With that, I scurried away as fast as I could. I wanted to get away, I didn't want to hear another yell. It's seems unfair to me. I yell at him, he maintains his casual expression. But when HE yells at me, I feel like it's needed, and I deserve it. It feels right, but wrong. I know that it's confusing, but that's just me.

Finally I reached the room. I stepped inside, and luckily, the girls were still asleep. Feeling that I don't want to let everything out next to my daughters, I sat on one corner, holding my knees close to my chest and cried thousands of tears.

What is wrong with me? I feel like I don't know my place. I'm supposed to me his mate- Of Course! That's why my feelings were all jumbled up. I want to praise him like a god when I want to be mad at him. I'm his mate, and I'm the female. How can I possibly forget? Just how stupid am I? How far can my idiocy go!? I'm supposed to agree with everything that he has in mind.

I'm such an idiot! I'm the one who started it. I said that I didn't care. Who am I to say that? Who am I to say that to him, in his face!?

I say it one more time - I'm supposed to be his mate. I'm the female, and I have to know my place. I'm in no position to even disagree with him. He gave me everything. Love, passion, happiness, joy, pride, babies,... a family. He gave me all of it, I don't even know how he does it. It must really be a hard job giving these things, and I'm supposed to thank him for it by giving him my service, my body, and all the love I can give. But what am I doing? I went up to him, argued with him, and said three words that always means something horrible - "I don't care".

I'm actually trying to beg for forgiveness. I did a very horrible thing - yelling at him, forgetting about our mateship, and telling him that I don't care. I feel like I want to kill myself for this. Tell me I'm overreacting, because I am. What if Alvin hates me? What if I'll lose him? If I'll lose him, or even just a part of him, I don't think dying thousands of vain and horrible deaths would solve my problem.

I cried a river of tears, actually. I don't know how wet my fur is right now with the sweat and tears. It's like I took a bath, literally.

I closed my eyes and buried my face in my wrists that were laid down on my knees, closed up to my chest.

"Brittany..." I heard his voice. The voice that only HE has, no one can mistaken this voice for anyone else's.

I know whether not, or to be happy to hear that voice. It sounded calm, and soft, but I'm afraid, maybe it'll turn into another yell. I just heard one yell from him, and now I have a phobia of it. I just want him to forgive me. I didn't mean what I said.

I lifted my head and looked at him. My snot filled nose and my tear filled face gave him a horror-filled reaction. I didn't care,... no, I mean, I care about his expression, but my first act upon him was all so sudden.

I quickly got on my feet, not caring of the pain I feel on my legs due to the quick motion. I ran up to him and threw my arms around him, tackling him to the ground. I just felt the need to do this. I'd do anything for him to forgive me.

I sniffed the mucus back into my nose as I beg for forgiveness. "A-A-Alvin, I- I'm so s-s-sorry. I didn't mean to say it, please forgive me." I whispered, more like moaned into his ear with my cracking voice.

The next thing I felt was a securing warmth engulfing my entire body. I then felt two soft paws on my back. With those felt, I buried my whole face into his neck, wiping the tears on his fur. This was the loving warmth I would never get enough of. This feeling of security and safeness, being locked in his arms, away from any pains.

I then felt his hot breathe blowing in on my ear, a whisper coming from his soft lips "I'm the one who should be sorry. I meant to disobey you, but it was for my kids. But I didn't mean to yell at you. It sickened me to hear my own voice talking to you like that. I'm sorry. Please forg-"

"No." I interrupted him "Don't be sorry. I deserved it. I'm supposed to agree with anything you think of, but I forgot my place. I forgot that I'm in no position to yell at you like that. It's never going to happen again, promise." I told him.

The next second made no response but silence. But this silence meant love, not annoyance. I sighed contentedly, contented with his touch, his loving warmth. I can never get enough of him.

But that small argument would still haunt me forever. I can't believe that I told him that I didn't care. What was I thinking? I should have obeyed my feelings and give him the love and positivity he deserves. Those feelings were undoubtedly my female instincts, reminding me of who and what I am. I'm Alvin's mate, that's who I am. I'd proudly erase all the memories of what I was before, forget that I was an international singing sensation.

If people would ask me who I am, I'd only say 'I'm Alvin's mate'. That's who I am now and forever, and I love it. I'd gladly forget my old life - the Brittany the hungry-the-spotlight-singing-sensation Chipette. I'm not that old diva I was before. I used to be hungry for attention, I've always wanted to be the center of attraction. But now, I'm only hungry for the love that only Alvin can give. I only want to be the center of his life, the single most important organism in his life, me and our kids.

You may think that I see Alvin as a god. Yes, I do. I know that humans believe in multiple gods, Muslim, Christian, Greek mythology, but honestly, I don't care. I'm not a human as you can see. Humans have this so called 'religion', but we have this powerful gift called love. Humans are killing themselves just to prove that their religion is stronger than the other, while we're living here peacefully without any problems (Right now is an exception). I only worship one person, one male. He loves me more than I could even imagine, and I'm trying my best to show how much love I can give to him.
He deserves to be praised, worshiped, and loved. I'd gladly give him what he's entitled to have.

"I love you." I heard him saying it, right out of his soft, moist lips directly into my ears, sending his warm breathe to blow in on my fur.

I couldn't answer. A simple 'I love you' couldn't describe how much I love him. But I knew how I can express it, but the description would only be close enough for a clue.

I lifted my head up from his neck and stared at his face. Then I again, I don't care,... uh,.. I mean I care about his facial expression, but I'm not just focused on it. I was more focused on his hazel brown eyes, getting myself lost in them again.

Before I knew it, instincts took over me, sending my lips crashing down, smashing against his. That's when I lost it, all the problems. I literally forgot why I was crying in the first place. Why were we here on the ground? Why are my eyes filled with tears? The answers, I couldn't remember, and I won't bother recalling.

I'm surprised. Even the most hardcore problems, the one that struck me deep inside, disappeared without a trace in just one kiss. This kiss felt like something new, something special. A passionate kiss shared after a fight is the trademark of our relationship. Every kiss feels special. Even just a simple peck is enough to arouse me, pulling him closer to a deep, passionate kiss.

I didn't pull out of the kiss. I ignored my need for air. He's all I need to survive. There's more air where it came from. But there's only one Alvin here. If I lose him, all evidences of me existing would be annihilated in a second. Call me overly attached, tease me, bare a grudge against me, I don't care. It'll take more than just anything to even make me think of letting go of him.

But then, I thought of my kids. I'm not sure I'm going to appreciate them seeing this sight. This reason was an exception, so I pulled out, breathing heavily as if I just popped out from the bottom of a 47 feet swimming pool, literally, I'm breathing as fast as I've ever breathed before. This chipmunk can make me do weird things, making me forget about my own self.

I stared at him in the eyes. My tears dried. He had a smile on his face which I gladly returned. Then again, I loosely forgot the reason I was letting something out. I forgot why I was sitting on the corner, trying to regret, and hopefully, change a happening. I can't remember. That kiss made me forget every problem I could possibly have.

Suddenly, I felt an organic warmth engulfing my tail, yes, my tail. I raised an eyebrow in curiosity and looked behind me. To my surprise, I found Alvin's look-alike, AJ, hugging my tail in his arms. He looked at me and made a baby giggle. He, just like his brothers and sisters, is unquestionably cute.

"Alvin, you better not pull your mother's tail off." I heard Alvin (Sr.) trying to be humorous.

I rolled my eyes and got off his top. I sat up and picked AJ up. "Aww, come here."

I held him close to my chest, trying hard not to squeeze him.

Then suddenly (again), I felt something warm, soft, organic, and,... wet sliding across my outer thigh just below my the rim of my skirt. I looked down and saw Bryon, and surprisingly, he's licking my leg. He must have got that licking habit from me. You know how I always lick Alvin whenever privacy's present.

"Ally? Alienelle? How'd you girls get out of the bed?" I heard his voice mentioning the names of our daughters. Out of curiosity, I placed Alvin Jr. down and looked behind me.

Sure enough, Ally was on top of Alvin's chest, Alienelle nuzzled her cheeks against his sides.

I shifted my entire body towards their direction before picking Alvin Jr. up again and placing him on my lap. Bryon curled up into a ball next to me, his sides pressing against my outer thigh.

You can tell, this was family. This is OUR family. Try looking at us in a distance, and you'll see just what kind of family this is - a family with a loving, caring, and passionate male, a beautiful female, and four children who can barely run.


It's Saturday, and I am extremely tired. It's a good thing I pulled the last paragraph off with a good detail, despite my lack of alertness. Like before, I had to end this quick. And the reason is stated above.

P.S. I'm a Christian, and I'm not agnostic or some sort. I believe in God, yes, in case you're wondering because I placed a paragraph in this chapter that has something to do with religion. :D

Kinukuha mo ang mga mali ko at inaagos mo pa sa aking mukha.

(You always take my mistakes and wave them around my face.)