Sorry for such the long wait guys! Forgive me?

This chapter is kinda cute, kind funny i guess. Anyways, i hope you guys like this chapter!

---7:30 PM, Wednesday June 30---

"Oh my god, a baby girl?" Claire squealed in excitement as she sat down at the dinner table. Claire and Dave just got home from a long day at work. Brittany told them everything that happened earlier with Julie.

Brittany nodded. "Yeah." She sighed. "I can't wait." She quietly admitted.

"Oh, I'm gonna give Julie a call after this, I really appreciate her her helping me with all this laboring stuff for you, Brittany." Claire said.

Brittany flinched when Claire said the word 'labor'. That sounded painful. REALLY painful. Brittany gulped. She looked over at Alvin, who thankfully didn't hear a word Claire said. If Alvin had heard the word 'labor', he'd definitely start laughing his head off. Yes, he's still that immature.

After dinner, Dave let the chipmunks watch TV for another hour, or whenever they got tired. Four of the chipmunks sat on the couch, watching a re-run of an episode from 'Glee'. Alvin and Brittany decided to spend some time with each other. They were in the boys room, sitting on Alvin's bed.

Brittany laid down on his pillow. "I hate to admit it Alvin, but I'm kinda scared."

Alvin laid down beside her. "Scared for what?" He asked.

"For labor." She admitted.

Alvin smirked. "Oh, it'll be alright."

Brittany glared at him. "Easy for you to say. You're not the one who's pregnant!" She snapped.

Alvin laughed and wrapped his arms around her. "Sorry, you're right, but it'll all be worth it at the end." He said as he kissed her nose.

Alvin and Brittany slept peacefully in each others arms throughout the whole night. Their siblings figured that they needed some privacy, so they all decided to just sleep on the couch. (No, they're not gonna do anything...)

---9:30 AM, Thursday July 1---

Alvin was in deep sleep, but was automatically woken up when Brittany darted out of his embrace, and ran to the washroom.

Alvin sat up. His eyes followed Brittany until she ran into the washroom and shut the door behind her. "Britt?"

Brittany didn't reply. Alvin just sat there, confused. "Brittany?" He called again. He realized that calling from the bed wasn't a smart idea. So he lept out of bed and walked over to the washroom. He raised his eyebrows when he saw Brittany leaning over the sink, coughing. After a few seconds, Brittany turned on the tap and washed her face.

"Brittany?" Alvin called again, more concerned.

Brittany looked down. "Oh." She said, embarrassed. She hopped off the washroom counter and slowly walked to Alvin. "S-sorry."

Alvin wrapped his arms around his girlfriend and stared her in the eyes. "Are you feeling okay?" He asked.

Brittany nodded. "Yeah, don't worry about me. Just a little tummy ache, that's all."

Alvin raised his eyebrows. "Are you sure?"

Brittany didn't answer right away. She clutched her stomach as she stared at the floor. She was getting a bit dizzy.

"Brittany?" Alvin asked again.

"Oh, god. Sorry." She unwrapped Alvin's arms from her and went back to the sink. She leaned over it again, and started coughing and gagging. After a few seconds, Brittany turned on the tap to let it wash away.

Alvin hopped on the washroom counter and went over to Brittany, who was still leaning over the sink. "Britt! Are you alright?"

Brittany took a deep breath and looked up at him. "Y-yeah. I'm alright."

Alvin's eyes narrowed as he crouched down beside her. "You don't seem alright."

But before Brittany could say anything, she felt sick to her stomach again. She quickly leaned over the sink, and started throwing up again. Alvin rubbed her back.

"Go away Alvin!" Brittany snapped.

Alvin didn't listen to her.

Brittany groaned in annoyance. "Alvin, you don't need to see this." She said, after a bit of coughing.

Alvin sighed. "I don't care."

"So do you enjoy watching me vomit up a storm?" Brittany said, rolling her eyes.

Alvin sighed again, out loud. "Britt, I'm trying to help."

Brittany didn't bother arguing back. After a minute, she stood up and took a quick gurgle of mouth wash. After that, she sighed and sat down. She rested her head on Alvin's shoulder.

"Are you feeling better now?" He asked.

Brittany's head was still spinning. "I'm fine, Alvin. Just a little morning sickness, that's all."

"What?"

Brittany rolled her eyes. "Just something pregnant people, er, chipmunks go through when they're pregnant."

"Oh, well, you wanna go back to bed?" He asked. He was still pretty sleepy, this morning was already tiring.

Brittany nodded. She and Alvin left the washroom and hopped back into Alvin's bed. Alvin laid down, while Brittany sat up, with her head in her hands. Alvin sighed and sat up beside her. "Want me to get Claire, or your sisters?" He asked.

Brittany shook her head. "I'm just feeling really lightheaded." She laid down. "Ugh, and I'm so tired."

"Tired? But it's still early." Alvin said.

Brittany glared at him. "Well, you're not the one who's pregnant, aren't you Alvin?" She didn't give him time to answer. She turned on her side, her back facing Alvin, and took his blanket to cover herself up.

Alvin awkwardly stared at her. "What did I do now?' He asked.

"Shut up Alvin." Brittany muttered.

"Why are you mad at me all of a sudden?" He asked.

Brittany turned back to him, and stared at him. There was a tiny bit of evil in her eyes. "Just go away." She said between her teeth. She sighed out loud turned back on her side, leaving Alvin with a confused expression on his face.

Alvin sighed and got out of bed. He figured that Brittany probably needed some time alone. This whole pregnancy thing was obviously stressing her out. "Fine, I'll be outside if you need me."

"I won't need you." Brittany mumbled.

Alvin rolled his eyes and walked out the room, closing the door behind him. He heard the theme song of 'Spongebob' coming from the living room. Theodore, Eleanor, Simon and Jeanette were obviously awake. Dave was sitting at the table, in grey sweatpants and a white T-shirt. His hair in a mess, with a cup of coffee in his hands. Claire was sitting at the table too, with a book in her hands.

Alvin walked into the kitchen, startling Claire and Dave.

"Alvin! You're awake already? It's not even 10 in the morning yet. You and Brittany never wake up til like, noon." Dave said, looking at him.

Alvin put a toaster waffle into the toaster and shrugged. "I somehow woke up earlier than usual today."

"Speaking of Brittany, where is she?" Claire asked.

Alvin rolled his eyes. "She got all moody this morning."

"Moody, how?" Claire asked.

Alvin shrugged again. "Well, she told me to leave her alone, and she kicked me out my own room." He said.

Claire raised her eyebrows. "Was she feeling sick this morning?"

Alvin nodded. "Yeah, how did you know?" He asked her.

Claire laughed. "That's normal behavior, Alvin." She told him.

Alvin cocked his head to the side in confusion. "Uh, no it isn't. She started throwing up this morning, and then she told me to go away. That's not what I call 'Normal Brittany Behavior'" Alvin said.

Claire sighed. "No, I mean, what she's going through right now is normal. It's called morning sickness, although, I don't know why it's called that. It happens through out the whole day." She said.

"What?" Alvin exclaimed. "So, she's gonna be all moody and stuff throughout whole day?"

"Not just the whole day, Alvin. Just until she gives birth." Claire said.

"But WHY?" Alvin asked.

"She's pregnant, remember?" Claire sighed.

"Yeah, how can I forget that?" Alvin sighed.

"But don't worry about it. It'll stop soon." Said Claire.

Alvin eyed her carefully. "How soon is 'soon'?" He asked.

"Well, until she gives birth, which won't happen for another week or so." Claire said.

Alvin gulped. "Wow, so soon." He admitted.

"Anyways, just give Britt a break, Alvin. She might be a bit bossy and demanding, and she'll constantly keep throwing up, so just keep an eye on her. And if you need help, just call me." Claire said.

Dave spoke up. "Wait, how do you know Claire? You were never pregnant...were you?" He asked, totally confused by all the knowledge Claire has about pregnancy and morning sickness.

Claire shook her head. "No, but my sister was. And i was the one who experienced it all. Believe me, it was not a fun experience." She said. She looked at Alvin. "No pressure though Alvin."

"Thanks." He mumbled under his breath as he took the toaster waffle from the toaster and putting it on a plate.

"ALLVIIIIINNN!" Brittany yelled from the room. It was so loud that it could be heard over the TV. Everyone, including the four chipmunks in the living room, looked at Alvin.

Alvin groaned. "What does she want now?" He mumbled.

"Alvin I think you better go to her now. Her patience could be a little short." Claire said.

Alvin sighed. "I'll be surprised if I make it out alive." He said to himself as he walked through the hallway.

He walked into his room and saw Brittany sitting up. He jumped on the bed and walked over to her, careful that he wouldn't piss her off. "You're not gonna hurt me or kill me, right?"

Brittany shook her head. "No, why would I do that?" She said, confused. Her voice was in a calm tone. She probably settled down, hopefully.

Alvin sat beside her. "Nevermind. So, why did you call me?"

"My head hurts. My stomach hurts. My whole body hurts. I feel too lazy to move, and I'm so hungry." She said, looking at him.

Alvin stared at her too. "So what do you want me to do about it?" He asked. After he said that, he noticed that it sounded a bit rude. He bit his lip, thinking that Brittany would hit him or something.

But she didn't. "Can you get me something from the fridge?"

Alvin sighed in relief. "Sure. What do you want?"

But suddenly, that all changed. "What do you mean 'what do I want'?" She screamed. "You're suppose to know these things! God, do you expect me to do all these things by myself?" She spazzed.

"Okay, jeez." Alvin said, hopping off the bed. He remember what Claire said. This was normal, so he doesn't need to worry. "I'll be back soon."

"You better." She threatened him, before he walked back into the kitchen.

"Um, welcome back?" Claire said.

Alvin groaned. "That girl is gonna make chipmunk stew outta me if she doesn't get what she wants!"

Claire laughed. "I warned you Alvin."

Alvin sighed as he searched for food in the cupboard. He jumped down after getting a pack of those mini chocolate chip cookies. "I'm dead if I'm not back soon."

Dave said, "Well, you did get her pregnant Alvin." He sighed. He opened up the newspaper in his hand. "This is what you get." He said in a sing-song voice.

Alvin rolled his eyes and walked back to his room. He handed Brittany the cookies. "There, happy?"

Brittany rolled her eyes. "Took you long enough."

Alvin sat beside her. "So, anything else?"

"Yeah, if you don't mind, can you get me something to drink?" She asked.

Alvin groaned, wishing he didn't ask her in the first place. "Fine." He got off the bed and walked back into the kitchen. "This will be a long day." He mumbled.

YAY!

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