A/N: Uh, hey everyone? I know there's no excuse for how long I've been gone. I promise though I'm back. There's been a lot going on and with school, it's just been hard to write. A special thank you to everyone who has kept on faving, alerting, reviewing, and kept inspiring to keep going. And a special thank you to my beta reader, Simon wanna be for being an amazing friend and going beyond the call of a normal beta reader. Um, Missus, ChipmunksChipettes4Ever, Alvie's Angel, and all of my friends on here who inspire me every time I talk to them, thanks to you too.

I know this chapter is rough and short, but I hope all of you like it! Please read and review!

"Dad," Amber whispered to herself.

The butterflies from earlier returned at full force, punching her in the stomach and making it hard for the chipette to breathe.

She had been thinking about this moment for so long. Okay, so she had never pictured that the father she would be meeting would be one of the most famous people in Hollywood. She hadn't imagined they'd meet at a very nice Italian restaurant where Amber was already seated with her two famous uncles, the chipette she worshipped, and then some other random woman.

Never, ever, would she have guessed her father was Alvin Seville.

"Hey guys." Alvin greeted. "Heard you got the crap beaten out of you by a girl, Si."

"She just tackled me." Simon corrected bitterly.

His elder brother raised an eyebrow. "Really? Because according to Lauren's tweet,"

Simon groaned, cutting off his brother. "I hate twitter!"

"I don't." Lauren disagreed as she looked at her phone. "Just dropped off at the airport by my amazing fiancé, Alvin. Wisconsin here I come."

Alvin looked at her surprised. "You follow Jess?"

She shook her head. "Nope that was a retweet. Which reminds me," She tapped her phone. "Unfollow Alvin Seville."

Amber watched her father roll his eyes, still feeling like she would pass out any second.

Alvin's eyes finally glanced over at Amber and Rocky. "Who are the kids?"

"Alvin this is Amber and her friend Rocky." Elizabeth told him. "They're from New York."

"Four-eyes here kidnapped them from Lefty's record store." Lauren added.

Simon glared at her as he exclaimed, "I did not kidnap them!"

"That's enough you two!" Surprisingly it was Elizabeth who snapped at them. "We're in a nice restaurant! So shut it!"

Alvin's confused gaze never left the girls. "Okay, so confused here."

"Amber and Rocky, all you need to know." Rocky told them and then whispered to herself, "At the moment."

He nodded, extending a paw. "Well then I'm Alvin, Alvin Seville."

And that's when Amber Miller fainted.

Jeanette Miller had always been a very intelligent chipette for her age.

She made good grades, good decisions in life, and was a good judge of character. Of course love always made people make stupid mistakes, especially their first. For Jeanette, first love came in the form of a bespectacled chipmunk in blue.

Simon Seville had captured her heart and held onto it until much later in her life. She thought he was the perfect guy. Smart, kind, charming, and everything else that Jeanette had ever wanted in a guy. Of course he had minor flaws that Jeanette could over look but there was one major flaw that led to their breakup. One that Jeanette had refused to notice. It was very simple.

Simon Seville was a tool.

He created an awful lie about her baby sister, Eleanor, and had fed it to his younger brother and Eleanor's boyfriend, Theodore Seville. Theodore had ended it and Eleanor was left with a broken heart. Jeanette broke up with the bespectacled chipmunk soon after.

It didn't take long for the chipette to regret her decision but before she could make up with the Seville brother, he left on tour with the rest of the band. Looking back now, Jeanette couldn't be anything but thankful he did.

Jeanette moved on with her life. She attended NYU while Eleanor attended a small culinary school. Brittany did not attend a college due to the fact that the eldest Miller sister had a baby, Alvin Seville's baby, when she was eighteen and had to get a crappy job at a clothing store to provide for it. Brittany barely talked to her sisters. Occasionally they did receive word on how their sister and niece, Amber, were doing. Once they heard that Brittany had met a guy who promised to take care of both Amber and Brittany.

Eleanor and Jeanette had no idea what Jeff was like. Brittany did nothing but gush about how incredible he was, so they figured he would take care of their sister and niece. They were wrong.

A couple months after graduating from college, Jeanette received a phone call from a hysterical Brittany. Jeff had taken everything of value that Brittany owned and left her sister alone without a penny to her name.

Jeanette and Eleanor rushed to New York to help their sister. They moved in and agreed to split the rent equally between the three. Jeanette offered to babysit the four and a half year old Amber until she found a job. Instead, Brittany said that if she babysat Amber, both she and Eleanor would cover her part of the rent.

Brittany got a better job as a tailor. It still didn't pay much, but it was better than her old job. Eleanor began working as a caterer, making a decent living for someone fresh out of culinary school. Jeanette became the live in nanny.

She really couldn't complain. Amber was a wonderful, and surprisingly, well behaved child. She enjoyed spending time with the little girl and it was Amber who inspired Jeanette to start writing children books for a living.

Jeanette began writing full time when Amber started school. Her work day began after she dropped the red head at school and she stopped when she needed to pick Amber up from school. After Brittany or Eleanor returned home from work, Jeanette resumed writing until around eleven or midnight.

Her friends and family were getting worried. They thought Jeanette worked a little too hard.

A couple of her college friends held an intervention one night and took her out to a poetry reading. They did this once a month. Jeanette would be ever thankful they did though. Five years after she came to New York she met the real love of her life. Not another Simon. No, this one was the real thing.

She met Paul.

Paul was everything that the adult Jeanette wanted. Smart, funny, sensible, brave, a bit of a dreamer, and very handsome.

The couple became inseparable; knowing they only had a year before he went back to war.

All good things had to come to an end eventually and to this day, saying goodbye to Paul at the airport was the hardest thing Jeanette has ever done.

For four years they wrote each other constantly, occasionally seeing each other's faces on the webcam.

He was almost finished. Then he wouldn't have to go back for a whole two years. Of course nothing could go well for Jeanette.

It was two weeks before he would be coming home when she got the news of the explosion.

Jeanette raced to Paul's family farm upstate where she waited for a couple days with his family to hear of any news. It was three days before they heard he was alright and then another week before he finally came home.

She remembers vividly standing by the gate, waiting to see him again after all his time. To make sure with her own eyes that he was alright. She remembers running into his embrace, tears streaming down her cheeks as she buried her head in his chest, telling him never to do that to her again.

Things finally were looking up. Paul proposed and they were getting things in line to move out to their own place after a small ceremony.

That's when everything came crashing down.

Amber's school had called to report that Amber hadn't come to any of her classes. Thinking she had just ditched again, Jeanette called Rocky and Drew to see what they knew. Rocky's went straight to voicemail and Drew said he had no idea where they were since they hadn't shown up at school or contacted him.

She searched Amber's room for clues, only to find that her backpack was gone along with her suitcase, most of her clothes, and some of her other belongings.

Now Jeanette was sitting on the couch, trying her best not to cry. Paul had gone to the Montez's to see Rocky since she wasn't answering her phone.

She could only hope that Paul came back soon so they could figure something out before Brittany-

"I'm home!"

"Too late," Jeanette thought to herself as Brittany walked into the living room.

"Is everything okay? Is something wrong with Paul?" Her older sister asked concerned.

Jeanette shook her head. "No, Paul is fine. He should be back soon. There's something you need to know though."

"I'm back!" Paul's voice interrupted as he stormed into the apartment, slamming the door behind him. "And guess what? They didn't even care that their daughter was missing! Said she had asked them permission to go somewhere but they couldn't remember where she said or when she was leaving!"

Paul froze in the doorway when he saw Brittany. "Hey Britt, why are you home," He greeted nervously as he checked his watch. "Right on time."

"What's going on?" Brittany asked concerned.

"Nothing," Paul replied swiftly.

Jeanette glared at him. "She needs to know Paul."

"I need to know what?" Brittany asked looking between the two.

Jeanette chewed on her lips as she looked at Paul wondering what her words should be to explain this. Paul walked from behind Brittany and intertwined his fingers with his fiancée before giving her a reassuring squeeze.

That squeeze seemed to give Jeanette just enough courage to drop the bomb.

"Britt, the school called today. Amber and Rocky are missing."

The auburn haired chipette sat down on the couch, shocked. "What do you mean, Amber's missing?"

Jeanette sat down next to her sister and wrapped her arms around her. "The school called to say she didn't show up. We talked to Drew he doesn't know anything and apparently Rocky's gone too. Amber's stuff is gone as well."

"She ran away?" Brittany asked surprised, tears forming in her blue eyes.

The brunette shook her head, tears coming to her own eyes. "We don't know, Britt."

Brittany buried her head in her hands. "This is my entire fault. If only I had been a better mom,"

"Don't you dare think that, Brittany." Paul snapped. "You are an amazing mother. I know it, Jeanette knows it, Eleanor knows it, and most importantly Amber knows it. So pull yourself together, Britt. Amber's not the type to run away unless it was necessary. There's something else going on. Now get off the couch, wipe your eyes, and let's go find that girl."

Brittany raised her head and slowly nodded, wiping away the salty tears. "You're right. Let me go put my work stuff away then we'll go looking for her."

Jeanette watched her sister leave the room, trying not to cry, before her gaze turned to her fiancé. "You didn't have to snap at her, you know."

Paul matched her glare with one of his own. "I'm sorry but she was acting stupid. Even you have to admit that."

She sighed. "I guess so."

"California Girls we're unforgettable. Daisy dukes, bikinis on top. Sun kissed skin so hot, we melt your popsicle."

Paul picked up the phone. "It's a California number. You want me to answer it?"

"Probably Eleanor on George's phone. I'll call her later."

He silenced the phone before he put it back in Brittany's purse. "You ready?"

She reappeared from the bedroom and nodded, still startled. "Let's go find my baby."

"Are you okay kid?"

Amber's vision became clearer as she recognized Rocky, Elizabeth, Simon, Theodore, Lauren, and Alvin looking at her worriedly.

"Amber are you alright, sweetheart?" Elizabeth asked her.

Simon held up two fingers. "How many fingers am I holding up?"

"Three," She replied groggily.

"Close enough." Lauren muttered.

Theodore turned and looked at the rest of the restaurant staring at them. "She's okay everybody. Go back to your business."

Alvin helped the teenage chipette up to her feet. "You gave us quite a scare kid."

"I did?"

Rocky nodded. "You fainted, Ambs."

"You scared the crap outta me. Do you know how worried I was?" Elizabeth asked.

Simon placed a hand on his wife's shoulder. "Why don't you sit down and relax, Lizzy. Amber's fine. Remember, stress isn't good for the baby."

Amber watched her sit down, obviously still startled. She had forgotten about her aunt's pregnancy with all the excitement of meeting everyone else. What struck Amber though was how worried Elizabeth was. How worried all of her uncles, aunt, and Lauren were worried. It reminded her of her family back in New York.

Lauren looked at Amber. "I wish I could say that it's the hormones that's making her act like this, but Elizabeth's like this twenty-four seven. You get used to it."

"Wait, hold up." Alvin said confused. "They know about the baby?"

Elizabeth nodded. "We told them before you arrived."

Lauren slung an arm around Alvin's shoulder. "A lot happened when you were at the airport dropping of Jackie."

"It's Jessie." Alvin corrected automatically.

"Nothing much really happened." Theodore disagreed.

"Well not for you, Teddy. After all there were only blondes at the bar." Lauren teased with a smirk.

"Okay, let's rewind a bit, shall we?" Alvin asked, obviously upset. "How come these two girls, who are total strangers, know about the baby? You've known them for about two hours? It took you guys two months before you told your own brothers and whatever you consider Lauren."

Simon sighed. "Al,"

"Don't you dare 'Al' me, Simon." Alvin snapped. "Who are these girls?"

Amber glanced between the two brothers as she spoke up. "My name is Amber Miller, my mom is Brittany Miller." Alvin looked at the teenage girl shocked and confused. She could tell he wanted to ask a million questions about the chipette he once loved and the chipette in front of him. "Well he'll want to ask so many more when I'm done. Here goes nothing," Amber thought to herself as she took a deep breath and looked Alvin right in the eye. "And you're my father."