NY MUNK = Thanks. Wish me luck next year.
LOVEURSTORIES = Yes, it is. It's about Stanley, Serene, AJ, and Ally. But I'm going to put more Simonette so people won't think it's an "OC" story.
Outside, the sky stretched into a morning blanket and the sun rose slowly up to the peak. The warm summer heat just started, and of course, that's good news to everyone. Especially because the heat wasn't coming from the fire that happened four weeks ago. The time when, with just one more second elapsed, Alvin and his family would have died. No one was severely injured, of course. Except for the bones in his leg, but they're fixed now. He and his son, AJ, carried crutches for three weeks, with Brittany, Ally, Alienelle, and Bryon's signatures. In week four, they were free to walk without any support, but they're legs are still a bit stiff. Especially Alvin's.
Brittany and the babies, luckily, came out without a scratch, which Beatrice considered as a miracle. The gases that came with the smoke and the gas cans carried harmful chemicals that could damage a developing embryo, as Beatrice stated. Well, whatever she meant, the babies are still alive and growing, and so is Brittany's stomach. She's getting close, the babies are going to come out soon and they all knew it. The morning sickness has stopped and the cramps were getting a bit more painful, according to her. She's a bit needy at times, but nothing to be worried about.
And now that everyone is alive and well, especially his and AJ's legs, Alvin needed to talk to his son and daughter about some matters. And by matters, that meant AJ and Serene, and Ally and Stanley - he just found out that their "Relationship" grew during their absence.
Alvin called the four of them into a "Private meeting." Everyone was gathered into the couch in the living room. As soon as Alvin got there, there were only two of them - Ally and Serene. Alvin hopped to the couch and greeted them.
"Hey, daddy."
"Hey, uncle Alvin."
They both greeted him.
"Hi girls." Alvin waved back.
"So, daddy? How's the leg?" Ally asked him, sounding somewhat cheerful. She wore her pink shirt and sweater with matching skirt. Everything on her was pink, except her body.
"Still a bit stiff," Alvin answered. "Especially when I jump."
"Did mommy kiss the pain away?" She asked. Now he knew she was just teasing him.
"Of course. But you haven't kissed me yet." Alvin grinned.
Ally stood up from the couch and walked towards him. She leaned over and pecked him on the cheek. "There. Miss me, daddy?"
Alvin gave a warm smile and kissed her daughter on the forehead. "Of course I did. Don't ever run away again."
She let out a childish giggled. "Of course I won't daddy. Just tell AJ not to get kidnapped again."
Alvin giggled and allowed Ally to sit down beside Serene. While the girls spoke to each other - gossips, no doubt - Alvin waited for Stanley and Serene's arrival. It's 9:30 sharp, and they all really needed to talk about this. It's important. Not that he has a problem with the boys, but the girls are simply too young. And plus, the four of them just hit adolescence.
Outside, the sky was still as blue as Brittany's eyes, as he remembered it. He smiled as she came into his mind again. Her image never leaves him, and for that, he's grateful. He'll never get enough of her sweet, shapely figure, so softness of her lips, the luscious innocence in her face - although not so innocent. And also, he'll never get enough of her body. But sadly, she came into the stage of pregnancy where mating became very, very uncomfortable and almost impossible. So they had to abstain. They both didn't like it, but mating just wouldn't be the same at her state.
From the kitchen, Alvin could see six figures - one of a human, and five more of chipmunk. Theodore, Eleanor and their children are doing the chores for the rest of the week, just because they thought everybody was affected by the incident. But then again, they always do most of the cleaning. On the table, he saw TJ climb up and greet Dave, who was busy writing a new song.
From the stairs, Alvin heard claws scratching on wood, and saw Stanley hopping from steps to steps, coming down. "Good morning, Stanley," Alvin greeted as soon as he came down.
"Good morning, uncle Alvin." Stanley headed to the living room and hopped on top of the couch. "How's that leg?" He asked.
"Still a bit stiff," He answered. "Where's Alvin?" He asked, referring to his son.
Stanley shrugged. "I dunno. I guess he's with John and Simone again, getting a new scheme ready. I think they're going to hit dad this time."
Alvin pictured a bucket of water dropping on Simon, drenching him. He laughed. Like father like son. "We'll know when they're done when your father screams out their names."
"Exactly," Stanley answered.
Alvin smiled. A short talk with Stanley and he likes him already. Hmm, maybe he's alright for Ally, but that's yet to be tested.
. . . . . . .
Finally, the morning sickness is over. No more waking early up to go to the bathroom. For the first time in four weeks, she finally got more than a good night's rest, and woke up to bright, early morning instead of a dawn when the sun hides under the horizon. She had woken up later than any sleep she had taken before, and she never felt so lazy in her life. The only thing that nearly ruined her day was waking up with an empty space beside her, where Alvin should have lied down. But next to her pillow, she found a note written by him saying, "You looked so cute. Didn't have the heart to wake you up. I'll be downstairs, - Alvin."
After finding that note, she sighed dreamily like a teenager (which she was) and kissed the spot where his name was written. She kissed it over and over, and even nuzzled it against her cheek as if it were Alvin himself. She tucked the note under her pillow and sat up, her stomach feeling incredibly heavy. But of course, she was pregnant, and proud of it. Finally, just a few more days, four lives are going to great them. And a few weeks after that, maybe she can seduce Alvin into getting her pregnant again for the third time, and keep doing the cycle until her body gives up and falls over.
That's what she wanted. Children. Lots and lots of children. How many? Gee, let's think - Maybe a hundred, or a million? Multiply and fill the earth? Oh, she'll love that.
She leaned against the head of the bed, elevating her upper body comfortably. Feeling the urge to do so, she took Alvin's note from under her pillow and looked at it again. Just the sight of it made her want him again so bad. But unfortunately, mating became uncomfortable a few days ago, so they had to stop as suggested by Beatrice.
"You never know when your water's gonna break," Beatrice had said.
She smiled and looked at the letter. She kissed it again and head it close to her chest. On the bedside table laid a picture of him and Alvin holding paws during one of their dates before they became mates. Alvin wore his usual read sweater, and Brittany wore her usual pink shirt and jacket with matching skirt. The garnet necklace Alvin gave to him during their first date shone brightly under the stars.
The necklace.
Her other paw found her chest, and she traced her nightgown to find the gem of the necklace Alvin gave to her. She eyed it. Their names were still clearly engraved in it, "Alvin and Brittany." Oh, she loved it more than she loves her own body. It's the first gift Alvin has ever given, and not once had she taken it off. There wasn't a scratch on it- not a single one. She promised herself to take care of it, and beat herself up for every imperfection she accidentally or intentionally causes.
She looked at the bedside table again, at their picture. She smiled, looking at their link paws. Behind them, their tails were tangled, showing signs of pure and massive feelings of love and affection.
She sighed and looked at his face in the picture. "Oh, Alvie, Alvie, Alvie." She placed her paw on her stomach. "Oh, what have you done to me? We used to promise to kill each other, but now, I'm the one who's promising to kill myself I ever do something wrong to you."
She placed the letter down next to her pillow and smiled, looking at her bulging stomach under her pink, sleeveless nightgown. "Oh, girls, you're all so lucky. You and the rest of your siblings. In a few days, you'll be born and you'll finally see how perfect your father is. You're so lucky." Her smile didn't leave her face. She sighed dreamily and looked at their picture again, at Alvin's face. "Oh, Alvin. I'M so lucky. Lucky and in love."
From the door, she heard a click which made her ear flinch. She watched as it opened slowly with a squeak, and from the doorknob, her son AJ dropped and landed perfectly on the ground. He looked at her, exchanging warm smiles. "Good morning, AJ. Come in."
"Hey, mom," AJ greeted as he turned around and closed the door behind him with ease. He walked towards the bed and sat down beside her. "I,... uh... thought I heard my name."
Hearing that, Brittany blushed as she instantly remembered her ghostly conversation. "Oh, uh,..." She blushed madly and giggled. "I... I was talking to myself. About your father."
AJ gave a teasing grin. "Wow. About dad? You're really in love with him, aren't you?"
Of course she does. Brittany loves him more than anything else in the world. Just as much as she loves their family. "Is that a trick question? You have no idea how much I love him."
Strangely, AJ's smile slowly disappeared. Brittany watched as her son's face turned into an expression of deep thought. She moved closer to him and placed a paw behind his neck, and the other one on his lap. "Alvin, what's wrong?"
He shook his head. "It's nothing mom. I just wish Serene feels about me the same way." He looked down and looked at her paw, the one placed on his lap before meeting her eyes again. Brittany admired the hazel-brown eyes he inherited from his father.
The romance between those two, AJ and Serene, was just as cute as hers and Alvin's. It warmed her heart to finally see her son in love. "Aww, Alvin, you don't have to worry about that." She pulled him close to her chest, feeling his fur brushing against hers. "You're just being insecure. Of course Serene loves you just as much as I love your dad. I wouldn't she? She came back to the fire just to be with you. It's something I would have done if I were her." And in fact, the words she spoke were downright honest and truthful.
"Really?" AJ's voice lightened up, but still sounded low.
"Of course. I bet, she's crazy about you. What she did was something a mate would do, and she's only your girlfriend."
"For now." AJ's voice sounded sad again. Brittany pulled him closer to her chest.
"Why? Is there something wrong between you two?" She asked. Oh, if he says yes, she'll definitely have Serene's head.
His cheek nuzzled against her chest as he shook his head. "No, it's not that. We're getting along fine." He paused, thinking. "It's dad."
"Why?" Oh, now this is interesting. If you put these two in a romance story, this part will probably be the sad, climax-y part.
"Nothing. He just wants to talk to us."
Oh, yeah, she knew that. Alvin just wasn't sure they should be dating - Relatives and all. But over the weeks, she'd been able to convince him slowly, so this should be no problem at all. It was easy. All she did was smile, literally.
She smiled and kissed her son on the forehead. She released him and looked deeply into her eyes, still smiling. "And why worry? Don't worry, no matter what happens, you and Serene will make it. And so will Ally and Stanley."
"Are you sure?"
"Oh, come on. No need to get scared. You're father's not like that. He'll work it out with all of you, I promise. Everyone will be happy, I guarantee it."
For a moment, the unsureness still lingered in AJ's face. Then finally, he smiled at her. "Okay, mom. Just as long as you're sure. Thanks, mom."
She grinned and traced her cheek with her index finger. "I think you know a better way to thank me."
For a moment, AJ raised his brows, then lowered them and smiled. "Oh, yeah. I forgot." Brittany leaned in closer to him for a kiss on the cheek. But then, shock struck her when she felt her son's lips hit the corner of her mouth.
She pulled out and looked at him, her smile fading and her eyebrows crooked. "Alvin? What was that?"
Brittany watched as AJ turned crimson-red under his fur, and only then did she find out it wasn't intentional. "Oops,... uh... sorry." The grin in his face wrote clear embarrassment. It was just like Alvin's (SR.) grin when he was just a kid. At the thought of her mate, her smile came back.
"Aw,... AJ it's alright. You can do it." She looked at him for a while before her smile turned into a serious frown. "But no tongue."
AJ shuddered in disgust. "Ew, mom. I'm not going to kiss you! That's just,... wrong."
"Ow. That hurt, AJ. That really hurt." She faked a pout, something she would do to Alvin.
"Oh, mom, don't take it that way. I-... I-"
"I was joking, Alvin." She giggled and recovered her smile. "Your lips should be kissing Serene, I get it." She patted him on the back before standing up, holding her bulging stomach. "Now, let's go before your father changes his mind."
"You're coming?"
"Of course I am. Just in case your father changes his mind." Brittany grinned at him before hopping out of the bed, clutching her stomach protectively as she landed on the ground.
AJ landed beside her. "Oh, mom." He chuckled as they walked out the door.
. . . . . . .
Nelle and her little brother, Bryon, just entered the kitchen as grampa Dave went out. They greeted him before taking their seat on the kitchen table for chipmunks. They already had breakfast a few hours ago so they weren't interested to eat, just watched as Carol munched down her sandwich beside them. They didn't know how long they sat there, but a few moments later, Elisha came to the table holding two chipmunk sized mugs.
Elisha set the table in front of them, containing chipmunk sized hot chocolate. She smiled at them. "Enjoy."
Alienelle scuffed and looked at her best friend and cousin. "B-But, Elisha. It's in the middle early summer. It's not getting any colder, you know."
"So's your drinks. Now take them in before they do." Oh, great. Her cousin's controlling, motherly demeanor's back again. Oh, she hated that about her. But she didn't have any problem with it, though. She never had.
She rolled her eyes and scoffed before smiling at her. "Well, thanks anyway."
Strangely to her, Elisha let out a teasing grin. "I'm not the one you should be thanking."
Alienelle craned her neck. "Excuse me?"
"I'll tell you later." With that, she left with nothing but a grin.
Alienelle watched as her best friend left them, her tail swaying gracefully as she walked. Her tail was short, but that was brought by her plumpness, and everyone in uncle Theodore's family were all plump. There's nothing wrong with a short tail, honestly. In fact, she found it a blessing. Her own tail was long and, as her mother described, beautiful. Long tails were the ideal beauty for chipmunks male and female. But she found it hard to move with it, especially to sit down. More than once, she carelessly sat on her own tail, and it hurt really badly.
The smell of the hot chocolate in front of her was intoxicating and, despite the hot weather, warm. She wanted to sip it already. But before she could grab her mug, she felt a tap on her shoulder. She looked at Bryon, answering his call. "What?" She asked.
He held up his mug. "Um,... sis. I... uh... think this is your cup."
Curious, Nelle took the mug and looked at the hot chocolate. No doubt about it, it was hers. On the hot chocolate, there were letters written in creamer. A heart, and inside it was her name, "Nelle" written beautifully.
She stared wonderfully into the cup, knowing what the letters meant. "Wow. It's beautiful."
Yes, it was. But the question is, with the heart, who wrote it? Sniffing the intoxicating scent again, she set the question aside and drunk the hot chocolate in one gulp, the letters and hearts written in creamer pouring into her mouth. Wow, the temperature was just right. It didn't burn her tongue, and it wasn't cold. The one who made this must be a great cook. She finished her mug just as Bryon finished his. Once they dropped their mugs back on the table, Elisha seemed to know when they're done. She strutted back to them and sat down beside Alienelle.
Nelle licked her lips. "Wow, Elisha, that was awesome. Did you make those by yourself?" Translations: Who wrote the heart, tell me!?
Elisha didn't take the glasses, but scooted closer to her. Her teasing grin returned. "I didn't make them. Neither did I write the heart."
Alienelle frowned. "Who wrote it?" And she was serious.
Still grinning, Elisha pointed to the sink, where TJ was washing the chipmunk sized plates and glasses from breakfast. "The chef himself. He made the hot chocolate, added the right amount of sugar, adjusted the right temperature, wrote the letters,..." Again, she paused and grinned at her. "Just for you."
Under her fur, her cheeks turned pick at the thought of TJ. Well, he did look kind of cute. She heard Elisha's voice again.
"Do you want me to give the compliments? Or are you too shy to go there by yourself? He likes you, you know."
No duh, Alienelle thought. She smiled warmly at his direction, then turned to her best friend. "I think I'll just go over and say hi."
.
Elisha watched as her best friend and cousin stood up from the table and strutted gracefully - too gracefully, almost seductively - towards the sink to "Say hi" to TJ. She grinned as she watched her leave. The plan worked! She praised herself, suddenly wanting to jump high into the air and fly. She and TJ had planned this out last night. He gets his crush all to himself.
She grinned again.
From where she's sitting, she moved too Alienelle's chair and scooted closer to Bryon. She smiled at him and greeted, "Hi, Bryon."
For some reason, he seemed down. He sighed and played with his mug. "Great. Now I'm the third wheel." He looked at her sadly. His expression was unhappy, but oh, he looked so cute. "I feel awful."
She bravely placed a paw on top of his, her heartbeat suddenly speeding up. "Aw, it's alright, Bryon. Come on, lighten up. It's not so bad, is it?"
For a moment, Bryon kept his frown, then finally his eyes darted to their linked paws and smiled. He looked at her. "I don't know. Maybe it's not so bad after all," He said.
Elisha felt his world flutter wings and fly. Perfect. Just perfect.
Okay, three thousand words. I think the epilogue shouldn't be too long, so I split the epilogue into parts. Three or two parts, I think. So, stay tuned. It's not ending yet.
ALRIGHT, LET'S TALK ABOUT THE NEXT STORY.
Sorry about option number three. I ran out of ideas. But to those who voted for number one, CONGRATULATIONS! YOU WON!
The poll is closed with -
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SO IT'S STORY NUMBER ONE, GUYS! THE SUMMARY IS STILL WRITTEN ON MY PROFILE, SO READ IT WHILE YOU CAN BEFORE I DELETE IT!
Should I publish the new story now, or should I publish it after this?
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