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It's FICTION QUESTION TTTIIIIIMMMMMEEEEE!
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P.S. = I've reread my other chapters, and I'm sorry for using 'know' instead of 'now', or using 'it's' instead of 'its'.
P.P.S. = You DO KNOW THAT THE GUESTROOM IS LOCATED DOWNSTAIRS, RIGHT?
Brittany's point of view...
We're still here, on the ground, exactly where we left off. Alvin was on his back on the floor with Ally on his chest and Alienelle nuzzling her cheeks against his side. I'm sitting right next to him with AJ on my lap and Bryon curled up into a ball next to me.
As we know, we've got into a small 'argument' a few minutes ago, but I can't seem to remember why I was letting tears fall out of my eyes. I mean, what was wrong of having the kids outside for a few minutes? Yeah, I'm such an idiot, aren't I? I was the one who started it, but now, that little scene faded away, far from our memories in hope of never crossing our minds again.
But really, there's really nothing wrong with our children playing outside, is there? It's just around the garden, and I doubt that the neighbors would even pay attention. It kills two birds in one stone without any backfires when throwing it. The kids would be able to play, have fun, and explore the world at the same time. So, we really should have them play outside. Nothing's really wrong with it.
I looked over towards Alvin, another cute sight I saw - Alvin playing with Ally's paw while she was seated on his chest. His other paw was on his side, ruffling his fingers on Alienelle's soft, short fur.
I smiled at them. Alvin is such a great father, and no one can doubt, or question that.
"Hey, Alvin." I called.
He looked at me, his hazel brown eyes meeting my blue ones. The look in his eyes, I'll never get tired of looking at those orbs. Well, honestly, I can never get enough of him. His shape, it's like something I would just hang on to for the rest of my lives. The strength of his muscles could lift me gently as if I was a feather. The warmth of his arms holding me close to his chest, I'll never forget that feeling.
"Brittany..."
I heard his voice calling out to me, instantly shutting me out of my dream world. I shook my head and blushed "Oh,... uh, sorry. Um,... why don't we let the kids play outside?"
"Sure,... but,... make sure you don't yell again." He assured, trying to be humorous at the same time.
I rolled my eyes. Seriously, I though I already promised NOT to let that happen again. Maybe it gave quite an effect on him. "Don't worry. If I do, feel free to slap me in the face." I reassured, and I meant it.
If I ever yell at him again, I'd rather have him slap me that to have my own paw slap my own face. I don't even think a simple palm-face contact would mean my punishment. If I ever heighten my voice, say something bad directly in his face, I deserve bondage as a punishment.
"Slap you in the face? No way, I'd rather jump off a cliff." He rejected. Of course, he IS Alvin, compassionate, loving, caring, every girl dreams of, and he's mine.
"You slapped me once, remember? Two months ago." I said as I thought back to the time, the night after our first date, when my heat came early. I was this close to losing my virginity when I wasn't ready, but thanks to him, slapping my face snapped me out of my instinct's control.
"And I still regret it. But if I hadn't, we'd be having more than four kids." He told me, and something inside told me that the last statement is more than true. Having more than four kids coming from Alvin, dreamy as it is, isn't it? Well, it is.
I don't really mind if I bare more baby chipmunks, in fact, I'd love to. Like I said to Eleanor before when had our fight - 'I love him more than a million. Having a part of him grow inside me is the best thing that's going to happen to me.' And I think I'm going to have a part of him grow inside me every time (Call me insane, but it's just love). To be exaggerating, I think the entire chipmunk population is never going to be endangered thanks to me (And Alvin).
"You know, I really don't mind having more than four kids. They could want some more siblings, and it's not really hard taking care of babies." I replied.
"Well, I agree. If you want more kids, then I'll gladly give them to you. But I think taking care of four is enough. Maybe we should wait until they're,... you know,... older." He said, giving me this weird feeling of excitement for some reason.
I scoffed "When, like eighteen years old?" I asked in a manner of exaggeration. The age I referred to was the chipmunk age.
"No, that's too long. I was thinking maybe, four years old. In chipmunk years, of course." (P.S., Alvin and I are fifteen years old in chipmunk years.)
I giggled. Maybe the fact that he's being reasonable. But still, I can't wait for two more years just too have another batch of litter. I was kind of hoping to conceive his babies every month. I know, I'm crazy, insane, overly attached, out of my mind. I'm more in love with him than you think. I love him more than anyone else can imagine. I love him so much that I'd gladly erase my whole identity and change myself to someone who lives her life only for his cause.
In my eyes, I see him as a god, the only one powerful enough to give me these rare feelings of love, passion, pleasure, satisfaction, and more. If it makes him happy, I'll gladly become his personal slave. I want to become more than just his mate, more than just the mother of his children. I want to become the center of his life, his source of life, power. I want him to engulf me in his loving warmth that only HE can give.
You may not know this, but ever since we've mated, after those two wonderful nights, my life is only about him and only him. Him and our children, that is. I'd willingly use my whole body just for baring his children, and for the sake of his pleasure, happiness, and satisfaction.
"Brittany..." I heard his voice calling me again, making me realize that I was once again, inside my thoughts.
I quickly snapped out and looked at him, blushing. It took a second for me to remember his last statement "Oh,... uh,... four years old? I can't wait that long." I half-complained.
"Alright, three." He partly negotiated, but I can't wait long. I want to have a very big family, with him as the father, and me as the mother.
I put on a pouted face, being half seductive, and half asking "Aww, come on. Don't you want to feel that kind of... 'stimulation' around us again?" I said, referring to mating, of course. Yep, I say it's fun. Humans think it's inappropriate, but who cares what they think? If I had the chance, I'd mate with him every second.
"I do, a lot. I kind of miss that feeling, if you know what I mean. But we're not certainly going to do it in front of our kids." He said, getting a point there.
Well, of course, we're not going to do it in front of them. What kind of parent would that be? Especially when I'm about to conceive a few of them soon.
"You have a point." I commented, last words before I change the subject "So, anyways. How about we let play outside?"
"Are you sure? I'm afraid of you yelling at me again." He asked.
"Beat me up if I do." I assured, and yes, I mean it. I'm never going to yell at him, not anymore. If I do, I don't know what my conscience might do to me.
"I'd never." He replied. Well, he IS Alvin, the one of the few chipmunks who never show his dominance, always treating me like a queen, the one I'm psychotically in love with, the one I'm overly attached to, the only one I'll never let go of. One of the reasons why I'm in love with him is his compassion. He may be a troublemaker, a daredevil, but he has this some sort of twist in his attitude. He's unpredictable, a trickster who tricked me into falling in love with him, and it worked. Thanks to him, I could barely let go of his touch.
"I know you wouldn't." I told him teasingly. But it's true, he never gives me the bad things I deserve. "Come on, it's still morning." I said as I picked AJ up from my lap and stood up.
Alvin picked Ally from him chest and sat up before standing. We both headed towards the door, our kids walking slowly in a baby-like manner behind us.
We both headed downstairs. We had to carry all four of them, we don't want them on an early accident by jumping off the stairs. As soon as we got off the stairs, touching the ground floor, we placed them down, considering their ability to walk despite their age.
As we headed towards the exit door, I suddenly heard a noise, a disgusting noise which sounds like it came from the bathroom. It was a high pitched voice, gagging, coughing, wet, like someone throwing up.
"You hear that?" Alvin asked me, undoubtedly also hearing what I'm hearing.
"Yeah, that sounded like..."
I took a while to figure out who the voice belongs to. It sounded like a female, high pitched voice, someone younger than me,... "Eleanor!" Alvin and I said in unison before scurrying up towards the bathroom.
As we reached the bathroom door, it was already open. Once the inside came to view, there was no doubt about it. Eleanor was leaning forwards, her mouth aiming towards the sink, throwing up something that has a weird color. And the weird part is, she doesn't have any clothes on!
Out of concern for my sister, I called out "Eleanor?"
Her tail flinched at the sound of my voice. After one last cough, she turned around and looked at me embarrassedly. "Oh, sorry about that." She apologized.
"Eleanor, what's wrong? Are you sick?" I asked.
I couldn't help to notice that smile on her face. It's like she's happy about something, proud even. "Brittany,..." She called out to me, as if she was going to tell me something I should be happy about.
She hopped down from the counter and approached me. She placed a paw over her stomach, by my observation, right adjacent to her womb.
"I - I think I'm pregnant."
Those words struck me with realization. As shock as I am, I'm happy for her, looks like I'm not going to be the only one with a family. "Wait, for real?" I asked.
She smiled proudly again "Of course I am! Theodore and I did it a thousand times last night." She said in a cheering voice, exaggeration on the last statement. That explains why she's naked. It's a good thing that Alvin isn't attracted to her, if he was, I'd kill both of them right now.
Happy and utmost, proud, I jumped up towards her and threw my arms around her "Oh, my God. Eleanor, congratulations!" I acknowledged.
But despite the cheeriness, she placed her paws on my shoulder just to push me off. Confused, I looked at her. She had her paw against her mouth "I'm sorry." She said in a low, muffled tone before running up towards the sink again, throwing up.
Slightly ashamed of entering her privacy, I apologized "Oh, sorry. I guess we should leave you alone for now."
With that said, Alvin and I walked away towards the exit door.
Theodore's point of view...
When Eleanor and I woke up, she asked me if she could be excused to the bathroom, and I said yes. I don't know what's taking her so long, I'm starting to get a bit worried.
Then finally, after moments of waiting, I saw her jumping up on top of the bed, greeting me with a proud smile. There was something good about that smile which I couldn't make out.
"Hi, Theo." She greeted me proudly.
"What's with the proud tone, Ellie?" I asked. It's not that I'm complaining, just curious.
She smiled at me again "I do have something to be proud of, Theo." She said as she slipped under the covers right beside me. And yep, we haven't put our clothes on since last night.
"What is it?" I asked.
"Theodore, I'm pregnant!" She told me in a cheery tone.
Oh, my God. Finally! Last night, we almost got into a fight because she wanted to have my babies so bad. I'm just so happy that we're finally going to be parents! I'm hope I'm ready, though. Ah,... who am I kidding, I'm always ready for anything!
"Really? Ellie, that's great!" I cheered.
"You're going to be a daddy, Theodore." She told me. My ears emphasized the word 'daddy'. I wonder what it'll feel like to have someone calling me dad. I bet it's going to be great!
"Oh, my God. I'm so happy." I said as I couldn't help my euphoria, so I grabbed her and kissed her gently on the lips.
"I'm glad you are, Theo. Thank you." She thanked me.
Oh, my God, I'm going to be a dad!
I'd like to thank my man, Chipmunkfan1001 for a kind deed. Thanks for putting my story on your story, mate. I'd gladly help you with anything!
So, here we are,... :D I got too lazy on the last part, so sorry about the lack of details.
PEACE!
Sorry for not updating yesterday. Like I said, I got lazy. It's August 27, so, I guess, I'm going to stop with the quoting. Good news, huh?
