Chipmunkfan no. 1 = The one with the black and orange "guitar."

LOVEURSTORIES = The blue. Oh, and about your question. I was going to write an entirely different story before I put up with the next sequel of this. :D

It was several minutes after when AJ arrived. After that, Alvin had given them a talk of the basics like, "Do you guys know what you're in to?" and "Are you sure about this?" When they were done, Alvin called for Stanley and they both hopped off of the couch to talk privately. They walked to nowhere in particular, just to stretch their legs and let the flow of the conversation steer their direction. It had been a few minutes after Alvin spoke up.

"Stanley," Alvin was with his jokey type before, but now, Stanley noticed the seriousness in his tone. He listened carefully. "Do you know anything about Ally?"

Stanley raised an eyebrow. "What do you mean?"

"I mean," He sounded more and more serious with every word. "Do you know anything about her. Anything at all. Especially the things that makes her happy."

Stanley gulped. Alvin sounded serious, and he debated whether he should say no or yes. But in the end, he went for the truth. "No."

He shook off the urge to sigh in relief when Alvin continued, not minding his answer. "Do you know the things she doesn't like?"

"No." Where was he going with this?

"Do you know, that especially above all your relationship with her, she's still your cousin?"

Finally, a different answer. "Yes, uncle Alvin, of course. I know that we're cousins and all, and we shouldn't have a relationship. But I just can't help it. She's... well... she's beautiful. The most beautiful chipmunk ever. I love everything about her. The way she looks, the way she talks, everything."

Finally, Alvin smiled. "You know, talking about her like that, you're also saying things about my mate. They look alike, you know."

Stanley smiled too, imitating Alvin's expressions from seriousness to neutral. "You donated some genes to. I just love her eyes."

"I know." Then Alvin's expression turned serious again. Stanley removed his smile, ashamed that it had ever been there in the first place. "But seeing that you don't know anything about my daughter, nor do you anything that can make her happy or sad, what makes you think that I'm simply going to give her to you?"

Stanley gulped again, this time, feeling the sweat start to build up under his fur. "I,... uh..."

Alvin waited for an answer.

"She's beautiful, uncle Alvin. I love her. And even though I barely know her, I'd make myself miserable just to see the tiniest smile on her face, and I promise, in front of you," Stanley breathed hard to muster all the sincerity at his disposal. For a moment, Alvin didn't answer, making him more and more nervous with each passing second. He thought about Ally again, wondering if there's really going to be a joyful, romantic part of his life with her.

He looked at his uncle straight in the eyes. Then finally, "Alright, Stanley." Alvin smiled, making his heart relax and bask in the relief. "Just because I think you're as sincere as you can possibly be, I'm going to consider."

Stanley finally lightened up and smiled wider. "Really, uncle Alvin?"

Alvin nodded. "Yes. I can relate to what you said, Stanley. I'm willing to make myself miserable just to make my mate happy. That's the true meaning of love, Stanley, according to Brittany."

"I love her. Ally, I mean."

"I know you do." Alvin smiled again. "And you're lucky."

Stanley waited for his next words.

"Stanley, I'm giving you my blessing. I'm giving my daughter to you, to love and to hold. Make her happy, hold her, never let her go, never make her sad. Can you promise me that?"

Stanley nodded. "Yes, uncle Alvin. I promise."

"Good. Because if I see a single tear on her face, I will not hesitate to punch you in the face."

. . . . . . .

J'nell stood behind his sister as she sat down on the bed, still feeling down. For four weeks Jermaine had avoided dad, almost not talking to him four twenty-eight days. She had told him everything, about dad getting mad again, and J'nell couldn't blame her for being scared. If he were there, he'd do the same. But this just had to stop. It's not like Jermaine to hold a grudge, especially against a parent. Especially against her dad. He remembered at one time, when they were just kids, not older than five or so, Jermaine had said that dad was the boy he was going to marry, and she laughed at that five years later.

J'nell placed a paw on her sister's shoulder. "Alright, Jermaine," He started. "I don't know how to say this, but... this has got to stop between you and dad. Surely he didn't mean it. He was just... well... worried about Serene, that's all."

After a moment, Jermaine turned to him, her expression strange and questioning, curious. "What?" She didn't seem to comprehend.

"About you and dad. You have got to stop. He's your dad and all."

"Dad?" Jermaine said, as if he were saying something completely foreign to her. "You think I'm still mad at daddy?"

J'nell arched his eyebrow. "Uh... yeah... you're avoiding him, aren't you? For four weeks."

"No, I'm not. Not anymore, at least. I talked to mommy. Daddy and I sorted it out a few days ago. You still think I'm avoiding him?"

"Uh... you've been in this room for... like... the whole four weeks? I've never seen you talking to dad ever since you saw him in a fight."

"I'm not mad at him anymore. I even feel mad for yelling at him. It must've been hard for him to see me like that. But I said sorry."

"And why are you still here, then?"

Jermaine looked down, away from his eyes. J'nell could feel that she was embarrassed. About what, exactly? "I... uh..."

"What?" J'nell asked.

"I can't. It's... it's me." Jermaine looked at her skirt. J'nell noticed it's unusually way below her knees. "I'm... uh... having my first period. Don't tell anyone, please. It's embarrassing."

J'nell nearly gagged. "Ugh, geez, you could've just said that you weren't feeling good. Why tell me? It's embarrassing, isn't it? And I'm a boy, remember?"

"Yeah," Jermaine said. "But you look like a girl, and to me, I guess I'll always think of you as one."

. . . . . . .

Beatrice was right. There was no hope for the children, and the ultrasound proved it. And of course Simon cared. It hurt Jeanette more gravely than it should have, and for days she couldn't speak, couldn't eat, couldn't even mate properly. Simon felt her whenever he laid a paw on her shoulder. The way her eyes curled into a sad expression when she turned to look at him. Beautiful, innocent, but heartbreaking.

But that was the past, a few weeks ago. The past needed to be forgotten, and that's exactly what they did. It wasn't simple, but it was either that or live with a relationship muddy with bad memories. Jeanette was finally talking, slowly returning to normal until she really was. Not that they had forgotten about the loss. It was simply to grave to forget, but of course, they had to move on.

Jeanette was smiling again, thank God for that. And unusually, she's been sneaking Simon out every hour just to mate with him. She seemed to be endless with the mood, and she'd grin at him seductively every time he'd look. And when she does that, Simon just couldn't help but wait for the minutes to pass until they could take each other to the room again, where everything went loose, slowly, but passionately.

Like now.

A few hours ago, Jeanette flashed him another one of her smiles when they were in the kitchen, and Simon just couldn't help himself. He felt bad for using her body like this, but she was simply too irresistible.

Lying on bed on top of her, bare, he moved closer to her face and sniffed her neck before leaving a small hickey under her fur. Then he worked with her bare chest, leaving multiple, sloppy licks on her fur.

"Oh,... Simon," She moaned his name as he felt her soft, furry paws caress every inch of his chest. Her tongue was stuck out for air, to fight out the heat, and Simon couldn't help but lick it hungrily, his mouth watering at her taste. She moaned again. Oh, he just loved having that control over her.

"Oh..." She moaned again, lustfully this time. She looked at him straight in the eyes, her lashes curled seductively. She licked her lips. "You're... Oh, Simon, you're just too dreamy." He felt her paws travel behind him, pulling him close.

Simon grinned and licked the fur on her neck again. "Oh? I'm just getting started. I'm not even tired yet," He half-lied. In fact, this was the fifth round, and he could feel his energy draining with every breath. But darn, she's simply too beautiful. He could've just stopped at the third round when he started to tire, but the way she was seducing him made it impossible.

"Oh?" She licked her lips again. "So am I."

After a few more minutes, Simon felt that burst of pleasure again, and he moaned Jeanette's name in bliss, and she did the same too. Simon collapsed on the bed beside her, panting violently, his tongue hanging from his mouth. He felt his heartbeat gradually slowing down as he panted for more air. From beside him, Jeanette shifted slowly and laid her head on his chest, licking every inch her tongue could reach.

"Oh, my God... That... that was... that was incredible." She was panting, but not as much as Simon was. Jeanette looked at him, another seductive grin. "Ready for more?"

What?

Simon panted and looked at her, mouth agape. "You're not tired?"

Jeanette moved closer. He could smell his scent. The pheromone. It was luscious, heavenly, it made his body want her again. "Sniff the air, Simon. I'll never get tired of this."

The pheromone was getting thicker. Simon couldn't help but move closer to her face and lick her cheek hungrily. "Oh, Jeanette. Are you trying to kill me?" He teased, smiling widely.

"Am I hurting you?"

"No. I wouldn't die any other way. You can kill me like this any time." Simon smiled at her, sniffing the pheromone freely. The thick, heavenly smell tickled his nostrils. Every part of his body moved closer to her. As soon as he got closer, however, Jeanette stopped him and gave another seductive smile. "Why, Jeanette, are you teasing me?"

"Yes, as a matter of fact, Simon, I am." She traced circles on his chest, playing with his fur. The air was suddenly warm again, and the only thing in his mind was taking Jeanette again. "But before I actually tease you, I'd like to tell you something..." She licked his cheek, his body suddenly feeling so sensitive. "Something... you'd like to hear," She whispered.

He fought the urge to take her right there and then. "I'm always all ears, Jeanette."

Jeanette grinned. She waited for a moment that lasted almost an eternity to Simon. His body wanted hers so bad. And the scent... oh, God... the scent. Her beautiful, luscious, heavenly scent. He closed his eyes and breathed much more of it. When he opened them, his mouth watered at the sight of Jeanette. Then finally, Jeanette spoke again.

"Brittany's not the only one who's pregnant again."

At that, Simon's eyes widened in surprise.

Okay, that's enough for now. The last part of the epilogue will come right up. Stay tuned.
Sorry about it being not long enough (that's what he said), but the finals are coming up. If I don't nail it, I'll be gone for good. I still have to compile all my works starting from the "FIRST SEMESTER!" and it's really a pain in the ass.

SUMMER'S COMING! WOOOO! And then I can celebrate my 2nd year here in FF.