Her baby was only born 20 minutes ago, but Brittany couldn't take her eyes off of her daughter. When the doctor took her away for a few minutes, just to get her cleaned up and weighed for her birth records, Brittany felt anxious being away from her baby. But when the doctor returned, with her baby wrapped up in a fresh new blanket, Brittany felt at ease again. The doctor nestled the bundle of blankets in Brittany's arms, and again, Brittany just couldn't stop staring at her newborn baby. She thought that motherhood would be scary, especially her first few moments because she had no damn clue what to do, but it felt so good, so new and beautiful, as if her life had restarted in the best way possible.
It was wild to think about how all this happened in the first place. Who would have thought that that night, which Brittany had considered the worst night of her life, would have changed her life for the better. If it weren't for her going to that party, being at the right place at the right time and being intoxicated at the same time and location that Alvin was, she wouldn't be sitting here, holding what seemed to be the most perfect baby in the entire world.
The baby stopped crying, and was now silently laying in her arms. Her face was just so adorable and stunning, that it was almost hard to believe that two wild, crazy and out of control extroverts like Alvin and Brittany had created something so tiny and angelic. Her baby had the most dazzling features; soft, porcelain-like skin, round chubby cheeks, big mesmerizing eyes, and tiny auburn ringlets that covered the top of her head. Her tiny fingers were curled into her palm, and her baby pink lips looked so delicate. The more Brittany stared at her daughter, the more heavenly she looked.
Her baby was just so beautiful, so perfect, so exquisite that it was hard to believe that she was really here. It almost felt like a dream.
"How's your body feeling, Brittany?" asked the nurse.
"Better," answered Brittany.
"Good. You did so well with childbirth, hon. You should be so proud of yourself," the nurse gave her a smile. "Now, it's gonna take a few more days until your body is fully recovered, but we will dispatch you as soon as you are ready. In the mean time, do you need anything to eat or drink?"
Brittany shook her head. "No, I'm fine, thank you though."
The nurse smiled, admiring how Brittany couldn't stop looking at her baby. "She's beautiful. She looks like a doll."
"Yeah," Brittany breathed out. "She's perfect."
"Would you like me to get your sisters? They've been patiently waiting for you outside," said the nurse.
"Oh my god, yes please," Brittany's eyes widened. She had been so busy staring at her child, so busy just taking in the first few minutes of motherhood, that she completely forgot about Jeanette and Eleanor.
After a minute or so, the nurse left the room and in walked Jeanette and Eleanor. They first looked at Brittany, and was surprised to see that their sister was glowing; she looked happy and did not seem at all like the scared and heartbroken girl that she was before they had to leave the room. But then they spotted the baby in their sister's arms, and they both wanted to cry. It felt so surreal; they felt like they were on this journey as much as Brittany, because they were by their sister's side from the very beginning. From the night Brittany came home from the party, where she looked traumatized and angry, to the night she found out she was pregnant, through the roller coaster of emotions she experienced with her heart and feelings, to this very moment - it all felt unreal. After all those months, those long, painful, exhausting months, it all seemed worth it when they laid eyes on their niece for the first time.
"A baby girl!" Eleanor squealed. She leaned over to her sister's side and felt her heart thump against her chest when she saw the baby. "I can't believe it. She's finally here."
"And she's beautiful, Brittany. We're so proud of you," said Jeanette.
They spent the next two hours just sitting together, with Eleanor and Jeanette admiring and loving their new baby niece. It was such a surreal moment for all of them, but it felt so much more magical in Brittany's perspective. Seeing her sisters hold her child was a sight that warmed her heart. As much as her heart was bursting with joy and happiness, it was hard to deny the raw heartbreak deep in her chest, because this moment just didn't feel complete without him. It just felt wrong, holding her child while he wasn't here, because they should've been experiencing this moment together. It stung deeply, but seeing her baby - their baby - and reminding herself that they made this little girl together, mended the pain in her heart just a little.
"I can't believe you're a mom now, Britt," said Eleanor as she cradled her niece close to her.
"I can't either. It's going to take me a long while before I get used to it," replied Brittany. She saw a little tuft of auburn hair pop out of the bundle of blankets, and she felt her chest explode.
"She's so cute. I can't wait to see who she'll look more of when she's older, but I have a feeling that she's going to look more like Alvin," said Jeanette. "I mean, have you seen your daughter's eyes?"
Brittany laughed under her breath. Her sister was right. When her daughter had first opened her eyes, allowing Brittany to stare at her baby's sweet face for the first time, it was almost impossible to ignore the sight of her child's dazzling, gold eyes - eyes that were identical to her father's. It was the most stunning sight, and her chest felt like exploding at all the love she was feeling. However, deep inside her chest, her heart was aching because she almost felt as if she was staring into Alvin's eyes, and it made looking at her daughter very bittersweet.
"Right? They look exactly like Alvin's!" gasped Eleanor. "Remember when Alvin had second thoughts whether or not the baby was his?"
Brittany couldn't help but roll her eyes as she thought back to those few, stupid weeks where she and Alvin fought, when he had doubted that the baby was his, even though it was impossible for it not to be, because he was the only guy Brittany had sex with within the past few months. "Ugh, yeah. He was such an asshole."
"Well, no need for a paternity test, because she looks exactly like Alvin," said Eleanor. "Not that you needed a paternity test to begin with, but you know what I mean."
"Yeah, I get it," she rolled her eyes again. "Damn, I really carried a child for 9 months, only to have her look more like her father, ugh."
Eleanor laughed a little. "I guess it's just more to look forward to when Alvin comes home. He's gonna be so excited to meet her."
"Yeah," said Brittany, her voice growing quiet. "I just...I just wish he was here right now. He would've loved to see her."
Eleanor and Jeanette fell quiet. They glanced at each other, then at Brittany, who was looking down. They could see the heartbreak in her face. They can hear the pain in her voice. They felt horrible; today is supposed to be the most special and important day of her life, the beginning of a new chapter in her life, but it was hard to find happiness when the pain was weighing her down.
"How are you feeling, Britt?" Jeanette asked carefully.
Brittany let out a deep sigh. "To be honest? I don't know. I'm trying to stay positive, because I know I'll see him again. I'm trying to take each day one by one, but it's so hard. I try to tell myself not to think about him, but sometimes, he's all I can think about."
The ache was evident in her eyes, and Jeanette and Eleanor could tell that she was trying to bite back tears. They couldn't even begin to imagine how horrible this must be for Brittany. She has been through so much; she has been on an emotional high ever since she got pregnant, with the hard decisions of whether she was ready to have a baby, falling deeply in love with someone she never would have expected, putting her love and trust on the line, seeing the boy she was painfully in love with slowly self destruct from the addictions he couldn't control, and now, giving birth to her child alone, while the boy she loves was in prison. They saw how happy both Alvin and Brittany were, they saw how their friendship turned into something more. At one point, it all seemed so perfect. It was heartbreaking to see that all disappear.
"We've talked about this so many times. We were both so excited. We wanted to go through this together. He wanted to be by my side and see the baby before anybody else could," she said, and the words were hard to get out. "It's hard to wrap my head around the fact that I just gave birth to our child, and he's not here."
"We're sorry, Brittany. At least everything will become better from here," said Jeanette.
"Exactly. If you think about it, three months isn't that long. Things could've been worse," said Eleanor.
"But he shouldn't even be there right now. He should be here, right now, holding our baby. He missed his daughter's birth for nothing," Brittany sighed deeply. "I guess that's what hurts the most, is that he will never get to experience that moment again. And he deserved to. He's a good person. I know he isn't perfect, but when I was still pregnant, I could tell that he loved our baby more than I do."
"Yeah, we saw that in him. He was truly excited to become a dad, not only because of the baby, but because he cares about you more than anything," Jeanette said gently.
Brittany closed her eyes and tried to bite back tears. There was no way in hell that she was going to allow herself to cry right now, but for some reason, her heart just started to feel heavy. Memories of the night of Alvin's birthday, where he was slowly returning to his old, horrible self, was starting to flash in her mind. The hard, agonizing pain she had felt when she entered Alvin's bedroom and saw all those empty bottles of alcohol and half-smoked joints, pierced her chest once more. The shatter in her heart when she had realized that Alvin was lying to her, that he was out partying and getting drunk and getting high, all behind her back, made the air around her feel a little thicker.
It all happened in such a short amount of time, but in was within those few weeks, where they both decided to take some time apart from each other, where Brittany felt the most. She thought that if she were to stay away from him for a while, it would allow them to heal. She never would've expected it to break them even more.
Of course, she knows how Alvin feels about her, because she probably feels it more for him. That's why this was so painful, because he was self destructing, returning back to his old self, and slowly ruining every good thing he had in his life, and Brittany wasn't quick enough to save him.
"Jeanette and I have both talked to Alvin separately, and that boy really feels something for you, Brittany. As angry and disappointed as we all are in Alvin, I know that he never intended to hurt you. Yes, he made a lot of mistakes, and he's an idiot for allowing his old habits and addictions get to him again, but I know that he's changing for you," said Eleanor.
"That's right. Ever since you guys decided to take a break, it was a wake up call for Alvin, because he got a taste of what it would be like if his stupidity caused him to lose both you and the baby. He's terrified of losing you because you're the first person who's ever, well, loved him for all his flaws and mistakes, and not for his looks and personality, like all the other, empty relationships he's had," said Jeanette.
"Even though we can all admit that Alvin is pretty handsome, right, Britt?" Eleanor nudged her sister, trying to get her to smile just a little.
Brittany sighed and opened her eyes, but there was no smile on her face at all. "I know he's trying to become a better person. I just wish things didn't go down the way it did. It just feels so wrong. None of it makes sense."
No one said anything for a moment, and the silence almost felt too loud. Eleanor turned to Brittany and said, "When Alvin gets out, what do you think will happen between you two? Do you want to have a relationship with him?"
Brittany looked down. Hearing his name never got easier. "I don't know. If you had asked me that question 3 months ago, then I would've said yes, of course. But after what happened, especially after his birthday, watching him spiral out of control and seeing himself almost ruin his own life, I just...don't know. I've worried about him too much, tried to forgive him too many times, but it's so hard when he just keeps being his old self over and over again. I want to give him a chance, but I need him to grow up first. Even though I know he's trying to change, because I know how much he doesn't want to lose me, I can't be with someone who can't control their addictions."
Jeanette sighed. She truly felt horrible for her sister. "But what if Alvin doesn't change? I mean, we're rooting for him, Britt, but we've all seen the way he gets when he drinks and parties. Do you think you will ever move on if that happens?"
Brittany closed her eyes for a moment. "Alvin is going to be in my life, regardless. He's my daughter's father, no matter what. And even if we don't end up together, I will always want him in my life because he..." she took a deep breath, as if she was having a hard time getting the words out. "he's the first person I have truly been in love with, and I don't think I will ever feel that for anyone else, because no one will understand what I've been though, except for him. And I don't want to spend the rest of my life thinking about how I couldn't save him, save us. And I know we can work things out, but if we don't, if I allow it to fall apart in front of me, I will never, ever forgive myself for it."
Eleanor looked down at her niece for a moment, before returning her gaze back to her sister. "Well, if he can't change for you, then he better do it for this little girl right here. She deserves to have both of her parents, because it's clear how much they love each other."
Brittany looked at her daughter, then back down to her empty lap. "As much as I love him - and I love him so damn much, it makes me so mad - I don't want to be with him until I see how good of a parent he is. Our daughter comes first, no matter what."
"Well, I guess that will be easy. Alvin loves the baby so much," said Jeanette.
Brittany sighed. "I know, but I just want to see it before anything happens. I just want him to change, and I know he can, because I've seen it. And, honestly, as much as I want us to officially be together, our relationship is the least of my concern. He just needs to become a better person, and an even better father."
"Well, I hope he will. I hope that being in prison lights a fire under him, because whatever feelings you have for him, he probably feels it for you a million times more," Eleanor said.
"Yeah," whispered Brittany, even though she knew her sister was wrong, because the love and willingness, and sacrifice she felt for Alvin Seville, was beyond anything anyone could ever imagine.
The conversation ended there, because they could tell that it was hurting Brittany more than she needed right now. She just gave birth, and she should be happy, so Jeanette and Eleanor decided to not bring up Alvin unless she did. An hour has passed, and the three girls were still sitting together admiring the perfect baby girl who was now currently in Jeanette's arms. Brittany was surprised that her daughter didn't cry as much as she had thought. Her baby laid in whoever's arms was holding her, while breathing ever so gently while staring up with her big, gold eyes.
"You're so pretty," Jeanette cooed as she gently caressed the baby's cheek.
"I'm so happy she turned out to be a little girl, Britt. Do you realize how fun it's gonna be to dress her up? I mean, don't get me wrong, a little boy would've been amazing too, but there's just something about baby girl clothing that makes it so cute," said Eleanor.
"Remember when we were younger, and you would dress up your dolls to match your outfits, Britt?" Jeanette laughed. "Gosh, this baby is gonna be such a little princess!"
"Yeah, she's such a doll already. She's gonna be my little twin. I mean, she already looks like her dad, so I might as well have something," Brittany laughed a little.
As her sisters continued to coddle her daughter, Brittany stood up for the first time in ages. It felt so weird, so foreign, as if her body didn't feel like her body. She walked over to the mirror, and couldn't help but gasp silently to herself. Her stomach no longer had the big, round bulge that she grew used to seeing everyday for the past nine months. Of course, her body had ways away until it returned to her petite figure, but it felt so weird and new to her, as if she was staring at someone else.
A knock came from the door, and moments later, Dave, Simon and Theodore walked in. A whirlwind of emotions hit Brittany at once when she saw them, but mainly because when she saw Alvin's family, she realized that Alvin will be the last one to meet his own daughter. It made her heart break, because Alvin was the one who wanted to see his child first, but she pushed it aside, and instead focused on the positive side right now, truly happy that the rest of Alvin's family was here to meet the baby. She couldn't help but smile when she saw that the boys had brought balloons and flowers for her.
"We heard the news!" Theodore exclaimed.
"Oh my gosh, you guys didn't have to bring all this," said Brittany, as she gave each of them a hug. "But thank you. I'm so glad you guys are here."
"Yeah, Dave ran and bought balloons and flowers the moment we got the memo that the baby was born," chuckled Simon. "How are you feeling, Brittany?"
"A lot better. I'm alive, so that's a good thing," she laughed a little.
"Well, that's good to hear, but I can't wait any longer. Where's my grandbaby?" asked Dave, and he sounded so excited.
Brittany laughed before motioning them to follow her. She took her daughter into her own arms, gave her a light kiss on the forehead, and turned around to face them. Dave, Simon and Theodore looked in amazement when they saw the baby for the first time, and it made Brittany's heart swell with pride. Her daughter turned her head and blinked several times before letting out a tiny yawn.
"Here she is. Your niece and granddaughter," said Brittany. Even saying those words out loud made her heart skip a beat.
"No way," Theodore gazed at the small baby before reaching out to touch his niece's small hand. "Look at her! She's so tiny. Wow, congratulations, Brittany."
"Thank you," said Brittany.
"Wow, I can't believe I'm an uncle now," said Simon. "She's such a beautiful baby. And whoa, look at her eyes! She definitely didn't inherit your blue eyes, Brittany."
"I know," Brittany let out a laugh. "That was one of the first things we noticed too. Your brother is never going to let me live that down."
"Hmm, I had a feeling it was going to be a baby girl," said Simon. "Alvin always talked about wanting a little girl."
Brittany smiled a little, trying to hid the sudden heartbreak that she felt when she heard his name again. "Yeah, he's gonna be so happy."
"Can I hold her, Brittany?" asked Dave. Brittany smiled and nodded before placing her daughter into her grandfather's arms. Again, her baby didn't cry, and it was such a beautiful sight to see. Dave looked at the baby and his eyes started to water. This moment felt surreal; he was a grandfather, and he was holding his very first grandchild in his arms, and it felt incredible. "Hi, beautiful. I'm your Grandpa Dave. Look how precious you are."
The baby let out a tiny sound, a small coo that left everyone's heart ablaze.
Dave let out a small laugh before turning to Brittany. "Looks like you have some competition now, Brittany. For the first time, you might not be Alvin's favorite person anymore."
"I don't think I ever was. I mean, we did hate each other up until a few months ago," said Brittany.
"You'd be surprised. Even in those years where you two hated each other, in those years where you two didn't even acknowledge one another, I know that you were still special to him. You two were very close friends when you were younger, after all, and you are the only person who has ever reached that level of friendship with Alvin. It was a shame to see you two fall apart a few years ago, but your baby was able to bring you two back together, but as more than just friends," said Dave.
She let out a deep sigh. She would do anything, absolutely anything, for him to be here with all of them right now. It just felt so weird, so incomplete, and she knew that she wasn't the only one feeling that way either. "Well, it's a good thing that I don't mind, because she's my favorite person too."
She smiled when Dave passed the baby back into her arms. She placed a tiny, loving kiss on her daughter's cheek, before holding her against her chest, and the sight of it was exquisite.
"Just wait until you meet your dad," Brittany said gently. "He loves you so much. He's never going to let you out of his sight."
It was clear that Dave, Simon and Theodore were all still in pain over Alvin's situation, especially Dave, but much like Brittany, Dave had faith that his son can become a better person for himself and especially for his newborn daughter. As much as he missed his son, looking at his granddaughter made the ache in his chest ease up just a little. One look at this little girl, and everyone felt like the entire family was here, as if Alvin was here in the room with them.
"Did you think of a name yet, Brittany?" asked Theodore.
Everyone turned to her, and Brittany smiled again. "Well, Alvin and I never really talked about names, because we figured that we would just name the baby together after we see her for the first time. But since I knew he wasn't going to be here, and that I was going to name our child by myself, I spent weeks trying to come up with a few different ideas, but I just couldn't think of any that I'm completely set on."
"Oh. Well, there's no rush, I guess. You still have a few more days before you're dispatched, after all," said Simon.
"So, is she just gonna have no name for the time being?" asked Eleanor.
"Well, actually, last night when I couldn't sleep, I suddenly remembered a name that Alvin brought up, and I can't stop thinking about it," she said, and she felt her heart race against her chest. Her daughter's name was on the tip of her tongue, and she knew in her heart, that this name was the one.
...
It was a cloudy afternoon. It was one of those rare days where both Alvin and Brittany were off from work, so they decided to hang out with each other. Brittany was now a week away from being exactly 7 months pregnant, and parenthood was starting to hit her, especially since she just had her baby shower a few weeks ago. She was overwhelmed with the amount of things she received; one of her friends had gifted her a bottle warmer, and a coworker of hers had given her a baby monitor. Brittany didn't even realize that those things were necessary! Fuck, she was screwed.
However, as nervous as she was, being around Alvin did put her at ease just a little, because she knew she had him by her side, and that they were going through this together. Besides, he was just as anxious and unprepared as she was, so it made her feel less alone.
They were both currently chilling in Alvin's room. Brittany was sitting on his bed, scrolling through her Instagram, while Alvin sat at the foot of his bed, gently playing his guitar. It was a side of Alvin that people barely got to see. No one would have expected the loud, crazy, boy who was always the life of the party to have such a soft spot for music. He just loved music so much, and had quite the talent in writing and playing songs.
Brittany stopped scrolling through her phone and looked up. "What song are you playing?" she asked him.
Alvin stopped, and raised an eyebrow. "This song?"
"Yeah, I feel like I've heard it before," said Brittany.
He chuckled and shrugged. "Well, you probably have. It's a song that I kinda wrote, but never really finished, when I was like, 15?"
It was as if her memory had struck a cord of nostalgia, because it made her feel so sentimental and warm. "Oh, so that's why it sounds so familiar. Didn't you use to play music all the time? When we were kids, you used to have your guitar with you almost all the time. Why did you stop?"
Alvin paused for a bit, and frowned, because honestly, he had no idea why he had stopped playing music for so long. It was always his favorite thing to do, but up until a few weeks ago, he probably hadn't touched his guitar in almost two years. "I don't know. I guess...it all stopped at the same time that everything else did, when I stopped doing all my other hobbies, and stopped being the innocent little kid that I used to be."
"In other words, when we were in high school," said Brittany. "God, you were so fucked up, Alvin. You really changed when we were in high school, and not in a good way."
He shrugged. "Yeah, I've done some questionable shit. But to answer your question, I guess I stopped playing my guitar when we were in the middle of high school, when y'know, I changed and thought I had other priorities."
"Oh, you mean when you became the world's biggest douchebag who thought he was cooler than everyone else around him? Or when you became that idiot who skipped class to go drink and hook up with some chick in the parking lot?" Brittany snapped at him. "Or when you-"
"Okay, jeez, I get it. I was a stupid teen, nothing that I'm proud of," he rolled his eyes. "I guess my old habits distracted me from playing music. I've missed it, though."
"Well, that's good. You were always a decent player," she said, grinning to herself, because she knew that comment would irk him.
"Decent?" Alvin raised an eyebrow, and Brittany laughed. There it was, she knew it. "I was fucking amazing, still am. I mean, try teaching yourself how to read, write and play music at age 5, Britt, and then we'll talk. That shit isn't easy."
"Okay, relax. I was only teasing, jackass. I know you're an amazing player," Brittany laughed, before she sat back. "Play it again."
"You like it?" he raised an eyebrow.
"Yeah, it sounds nice," she said, and her voice was soft and gentle. "The melody is really catchy."
"Well, I can't help it if I'm extremely talented," he smirked, which caused Brittany to roll her eyes. He continued to strum his guitar for another minute or two, before stopping to look back up at her. "That would be a really pretty name if we end up having a girl, by the way."
"What would?" she asked.
"Melody," he said, and shrugged. "I just think it would fit, you know? I mean, the name is associated with music, which is something that I love. And the name itself is beautiful, which fits because obviously," he looked at Brittany for a moment. "...I'm pretty damn good looking. Like, extremely good looking."
Brittany rolled her eyes so hard that it almost hurt. "And also extremely conceited," she muttered, even though she - unfortunately - agrees. He is just so damn attractive, it fucking annoyed her to no end.
Alvin chuckled to himself before placing his guitar down, and reaching over to give her a kiss. Just when he was about to pull away, Brittany deepened the kiss by wrapping her arms around his neck, and pulling him closer. She didn't realize that he was hovering above her while they kissed until she felt her head hit the pillow. He pulled away, just slightly, much to Brittany's dismay.
"I'm only joking, sorta," he said. "Have I ever told you how extremely pretty you are?"
"I already know," she rolled her eyes again, but couldn't help but smile a little. "Our baby is gonna be so damn cute."
"Speaking of that..." he cleared his throat and motioned to the compromising position that they were still in. "Are we trying to make another baby right now or something? If so, just let me know, Brittany, and I'll lock the door right now."
"Not happening. Also, I'm already pregnant, you idiot," she said between a few laughs. She gave him one last kiss before pushing him off of her so that they could be sitting upright again.
She tucked a piece of her hair behind her ear and looked down at her growing baby bump. She was just a few months away from giving birth, and she couldn't wait to have Alvin by her side through all of this. She turned back to him, and couldn't help the swell in her heart when she found him staring at her. He looked so fucking in love with her, that it made Brittany blush - and Brittany never, ever gets nervous around Alvin Seville.
"Want me to play it again?" he asked.
Brittany nodded. It was one of those songs that she couldn't get out of her head, and she went to bed that night, hearing the sweet melody of the song softly lull her to sleep.
...
"What is it?" asked Eleanor.
Brittany looked at her daughter, and ran a finger through one of her angelic locks of hair. She felt her heart burst in the most beautiful way possible when her baby looked at her, her gleaming golden eyes connection with the stunning blues of her mother's. The baby let out a small, adorable sound, and Brittany laughed breathily before speaking up to say her daughter's name for the first time.
"Melody."
she's finally here, the little angel!
Okay, I know what some of you are thinking, but let me explain. I created the character of Melody 10 years ago. A freaking DECADE ago! She was so well-perceived and so loved, which is why I keep bringing her back. She's a character that I grew fond of, and a character that many of you are a fan of too. However, I am 10 years older now and my writing style has definitely changed for the better, and I promise she will be a new, revamped version of the tiny princess that we all know and love. I can't wait to write more about her in ways that I have never done before, as if she is a completely new character (but still the same appearance, because a little girl that looks just like her daddy makes my heart melt), and I loved coming up with the idea of how Alvin and Brittany came up with the name, because I've never written about it before. But yeah, this story will be much better than my old ones (none of my other stories are connected to this one, duh, in case I have to put that out)
Like I mentioned in the previous chapter, I started writing this whole story with the intention of them having twins - twin boys - but many of the reviews made me change my mind, and I feel like the direction of this story will fit better with just one baby. Besides, this is gonna be the last full-length story that I will ever write with Melody as a character, so I just wanted to have fun with her one last time.
Anyway, that was the chapter! Whew, what a roller coaster of emotions. Poor Brittany, can't believe she had to go through this all by herself. And poor Alvin, he doesn't even know that his baby is finally here!
What do you think will happen next? What will happen with Alvin? (Man, these next few chapters are gonna be juicy and FUNNNN. Get ready for lots of drama, y'all)
Thanks so much for reading and please REVIEW, REVIEW, REVIEW! Let's try and hit 835-840 reviews until the next one!
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