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Dear IHATEYOURSTORIES,

Nobody... gives... a fuck... about you,... or what you say.

Sincerely, Joe.

P.S., Fuck you.

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I'd like to thank Webweirdo332 for giving me some cool ideas. And hey, guys, why don't you read her stories (I didn't know she was a girl)? It's been improved, and it's a really fine story.

This chapter took place two hours after "Spring Break".

Simon and Jeanette were peacefully laid down on their bed, fast asleep. Their position made it seem like they were in the most intimate stage of their mateship. Jeanette's laid her head flat on Simon's comfortable chest, his heartbeat like music to her ears. Her leg's on between his thighs, her knees laid peacefully on his groin.

And not to forget, they still have their children on the bottom bunk of the triple deck bed. Neither of them could contain the joy of having eleven children, above average of the number of litters born from one mother. Pride - they didn't resist to be controlled by it. There are two prides - the bad and the good, and no one can tell which is which. But the sight of their children made it clear what kind pride blanketed them as a family.

Family. That's what they are now, a family. Their children are a week old, but it only seemed like a day when they came out of their mother's womb. They greeted the world, but sadly, Jeanette didn't greet them right after they were born. And for that, she blamed herself.

The radiant moon hung above dawn sky, illuminating only the areas of shallow darkness. A peaceful night, past 12 O'clock. They're in the chipmunks' old room, staying on the middle bunk of the chipmunks' triple-deck bed. Under that bunk were their children fast asleep, snores coming out of their perfectly formed noses.

It's a perfect night before a loud shriek suddenly woke Jeanette up. Her ear twitched as she lifted her head from her mate's muscular chest, staring deeply at his sleeping face. His mouth was closed, his cheeks giving a cute appearance, making her want to nuzzle it with hers. But then, she heard the cry again.

"Simon?" She called out his name, regretting waking up such a cute face.

Simon moaned before opening slowly opening his eyes. Jeanette caught straight into his line of sight, his dreamy blue beryl eyes looking at her amethyst ones. Simon greeted him with a smile. "J-Jeanette? Is it morning yet?" He asked.

She shook her head. "Not yet. But I think I heard something."

Simon yawned, opening his mouth and letting his tongue out like a woodland creature. He stretched, knuckles and bones popping. "It's probably just Alvin and Brittany again. You know how loud they can get, and you know how long they can go on." He assumed.

Jeanette denied it. "N-No, it didn't like Brittany nor Alvin."

"Then maybe it was-"

"Shh, listen."

Simon did as told. Their silence filled the room quick. Sooner, the sound was amplified by the silence. The sound soon became familiar, and clear to where it was coming from. Their ears twitched, movements in sync. "Oh, no." Jeanette spoke in a low tone as she quickly hopped out of the bed.

She got to the lower bunk of the triple-deck, and sure enough, one of them was crying. But it wasn't very loud, though. It was more like a wail, it wasn't even enough to wake her siblings up. Jeanette walked over and scooped her up in her arms. She took a second to identify the features. She's like an adorable flower shedding dew droppings out of her eyes.

"Aww, Jasmine, what's wrong? Mommy and daddy are here with you." Jeanette cooed. She felt a foreign feeling, giving her a massage-like feeling at the pit of her stomach. For the first time, she felt like a real mother attending to her daughter, not a chipmunk lying down in a veterinarian bed with eleven babies next to her.

She heard a soft thud, like claws being slammed on the wooden floor. Footsteps coming towards her followed. "Jeanette, is everything all right?" Simon's voice asked.

Jeanette kept rocking Jasmine back and forth in her arms as she looked at Simon. "I think she's hungry, Simon. Can she sleep with us?" She asked.

"What? Of course, Jean. Why not?"

Jeanette grinned. "You can't have me all to yourself tonight." She teased.

"Jeanette, your body hasn't recovered fully for 'that' yet."

She giggled. "I know. I'm just teasing you, Simon." She moved closer to him and pecked him on the lip. "I better attend to her right now." She hopped again, back to their bed. She lied down and placed Jasmine on the spot on top of her groin where her nipples lied. Jasmine slowly sucked on them and stopped crying.

Then again, she felt that massage-like feeling at the pit of her stomach. She really is a mother now, mother to the most wonderful children of the greatest chipmunk. She never thought she could be this proud of herself. She's given birth to Simon's children, she's a mother of eleven, making her task as a mother way more difficult than an average mothers. She's proud to take that responsibility.

Meanwhile, Simon's on the bottom bunk of the triple-deck bed, looking closely at his sons and daughters. They were so adorable, even his masculinity approved it. He can't believe he's actually a father now, father of eleven.

He knelt down, looking closely at their children. They were snoring softly, moaning inaudibly, their faces frowned in their sleep. Simon felt something wrapping his knee in an embrace. He looked down to see a sleeping J'Nell, looking more like a girl in his sleep. His arm threw around his father's knee, using it as a pillow. Simon smiled, gently running his paws along the sleeping baby's fur before bending over and giving him a kiss on the forehead. He stood up and got off the bed. He took one last look at them with a smile.

"See you tomorrow, kids." He told before hopping up back to their bed.

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Next Few Days Later...

"AAHHH!" Screams of pain echoed around the Seville household as another painful contraction urged Eleanor to push. Her face was clenched and wrinkled with sweat dripping from her forehead, dampening her soft, silky fur. "Oh, God, it hurts!"

"Don't complain about the pain, Ellie. You'll love it afterwards, trust me." Brittany encouraged her sister, clutching her left paw on hers. She didn't want to use her right paw this time. Jeanette nearly broke her bones five days ago when she went into labour. It's still a bit stiff, until now.

"Don't expect me to believe that, Britt! That's what you said before Jeanette passed out!" She screamed, her mood swings getting the better of her.

"Yeah, but that was different. You're giving birth to three, not eleven. I still loved it after it brought mine and Simon's children into this world." Jeanette encouraged, holding her sister's right paw.

Eleanor had tears in her eyes as she looked at Jeanette. These tears weren't brought by pain, but the emptiness. "Please, where's Theodore. I want Theodore!" She asked as if she was begging for him.

"He's outside Ellie. Alvin and Simon are bringing him here now." Jeanette answered.

"Please, bring him here. I need him now."

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Meanwhile, Theodore sat on the couch, head down and worried. As more as he wanted to see his mate giving birth, he couldn't bring himself in there. He stared at a blank space, sweating, his eyes nearly tearing up. Eleanor's screams were enough to make them water at an incredible rate, and it took every piece of him to hold them back. As much as he wants to see Eleanor in the happiest (sort of) night of her life, he didn't want to see her in pain.

Especially because he's the one who brought that pain. It's his fault she's crying and screaming in pain.

"Hey, Theo!" He heard a voice, possibly from his brothers. A tap on his shoulder made him turn to his company. Standing there with a red sweater was his brother Alvin. On the other side was Simon in a blue sweater.

"Theodore, you might want to go out there. She's been asking for you." Simon told him.

Theodore shook his head and looked away. "No, guys. I- I can't. I don't want to see her hurt like that."

"Don't say that, Theo. This is probably the happiest night of her life. And besides, Beatrice is there with them, and she's going to make sure nothing's going to happen to her." Alvin placed a paw on his shoulder.

Theodore didn't budge.

Simon sat down beside him and placed his paw on his shoulder. "Come on, Theodore. You're going to be a dad, and you should be proud. You should be out there to witness your kids' first movements."

"But guys, did you see how hurt she was? I mean, I'm the one who put her into that kind of pain. I don't think I can watch her go through it." Theodore complained.

"You made her go through it? Theo, she's the one who asked for it, specially from you." Alvin replied.

"Theodore, look at me." Simon commanded, and Theodore did so, staring at his blue eyes. "Are you her mate, or not?"

Theodore gulped. "Of course I am!"

"Then why aren't you there when she needs you the most? She's asking for you right now, and that seems to be the only way to put her out of that pain. You're not an innocent baby any more, Theodore. You're an adult chipmunk, and you're going to have some innocent babies after this, and they're going to be just like you. If you're not going to be there for them, Eleanor's going to be so mad at you, that she won't even like it if the children share the same traits with you." Simon reasoned, sending a few scared to his little brother.

"But-" Theodore was interrupted by a paw holding his elbow.

"No excuses, Theo. You're going in there even if we have to knock you out." Alvin said.

It took a while, but Theodore finally budged. He sighed. "A-All right. I'll go."

"Good, little daddy. Now go in there." Alvin teased as an encouragement.

Theodore hopped out of the couch and landed on the ground with a soft thud. He then approached the door that led to their room. Eleanor's screams still echoed, but that didn't give him any second thought thanks to his brothers' encouragements.

Luckily, the door was already slightly opened for him to get in. He pushed the door open, and came to view, Dave sitting on the sides, Beatrice looking down under the blankets, Brittany and Jeanette holding Eleanor's paws.

Jeanette noticed me first. "Jeanette, here comes Theodore, now." He heard her tell her.

Theodore slowly made his way on top of the bed and approached Eleanor's pain-filled body. He got to her right side and replaced Jeanette, taking her paw. But as soon as she took it, she grasped it tighter than it should.

Then he saw Eleanor glaring at her. "WHY YOU, IDIOT! I'VE BEEN ASKING FOR YOU THE WHOLE TIME! I'M GOING TO RIP YOUR HEAD OFF IF YOU EVER DO THAT AGAIN, YOU HEAR ME!?"

Theodore was taken back by her expression. But she felt Jeanette's paw on her shoulder, followed by her voice. "Don't worry, she doesn't mean it."

"OH, I MEAN IT, ALL RIGHT! AH! IT HURTS!" Eleanor's grasp tightened, nearly breaking Theodore's paw. But he didn't have any thought of taking it away.

"It's alright, Eleanor, the last one's coming out." Beatrice peaked under the covers. "Okay, just one more push'll do it. 1... 2.. 3... push!" Eleanor tightened his grip on Theodore and Brittany's paws so hard, a soft pop could be heard. She let out an ear piercing scream as she pushed with the little ounce of energy she had left. "All right, it's coming."

"JUST GET HIM OUT ALREADY!" She screamed. Tears streamed down her cheek and sweat dripped and dampened her fur. All pains were replaced by relief as soon as she urged one last push. She quickly fell flat on the bed, exhausted, panting. Her paws weakened and dropped to the soft mattress.

Theodore looked at Beatrice in a worried look. She was sorting their babies down on one spot of the bed. Beatrice caught him looking at her and gave a smile. "Don't worry, Theodore. It went well, they're all okay." She assured.

"Th-Theodore." A weak voice called out his name. He looked down, he was greeted by Eleanor's exhausted, yet beautiful face. "Wh-where are they?"

Theodore looked at Beatrice again. She stretched out her hand, revealing three sleeping chipmunks lying down on her palm. She slowly set them down carefully beside them. Theodore took one of them in his arms, feeling nervous of carrying a fragile child for the first time. Especially because it's THEIR fragile child. She set the baby down on Eleanor's chest. She slowly took a paw and caressed its back.

The baby's blonde fur was much like her parents. She's a girl. Her eyelids were closed and her face relaxed in every muscle. Her breathing's normal for a baby, and she had the perfect face that resembled her mother.

"What should we name her, Ellie?" Theodore asked.

"E-Elisha. Elisha Seville. Can we name her that, Theodore?"

"Of course. She looks like you, Ellie. You can name them anything you like."

Eleanor gave him a smile, a smile that clearly meant love. He warmly returned the smile.

Eleanor faced to her side, where the rest of them were laid down. The names they planned suit them perfectly. "Carol and Theodore."

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Brittany retrieved her paw from her sister's grip, fearing she's going to squeeze it again. She doubts her paw is going to take much more of that. She shook it in pain, she felt the numbness brought by the lack of blood circulation going away. She slowly hopped out of Theodore and Eleanor's bed, heading straight toward her mate. Alvin was sitting down on a human sized chair, looking at her as she made her way on top of it.

She was greeted by a kiss on the lip as soon as she hopped up on top of a chair. She stared straight into his dreamy hazel-brown eyes as they pulled out. "Did you miss me, Alvin?"

She received a smile, flashing her a thousand times. "Of course I did." Alvin replied. "Are the kids alright?" He asked.

"Of course they are. I made sure they were asleep before I went out of the room." She answered.

Then suddenly, from the corner of her eye, she noticed a slight movement at the door. The feeling of being watched followed. As soon as she turned her head to look at it, half of a chipmunk's face was peaking through the slight opening on the door quickly ran away.

She knew who it was.

She turned back to her mate, and appears he noticed it too. He gave her a chuckle. "Don't worry, I'll deal with her."

Brittany chuckled back. "Don't even think about it. You're not going anywhere without me." She grabbed his paw.

"Fair enough. Come on."

"She's not going to get grounded, is she?"

"Gee, do I really look that cruel?"

"Of course not. You look too cute to be a dad."

"And you're too beautiful and downright hot to be a mother."

Alvin led her paw-in-paw as they hopped off of the chair, landing on the floor. They exited the room, passed the hallway, climbed the stairs and finally reached their room. As they expected, the door was opened slightly, as if someone got in and forgot to close it. Or was just in so much hurry to do so. They entered the room, and four sleeping chipmunks lied down on their bed.

Both of them climbed up on top of the mattress and looked at them with a grin. Their eyes soon looked down at the chipmunk lying down on the left side of the bed. "Nelle, we know you're awake." Brittany spoke up.

Alienelle didn't budge. She continued to fake it.

"Oh, Nelle." Brittany walked closer to her, preparing her paws for a playful torture.

Still, she didn't budge.

"Don't make me do this, Nelle." She noticed her daughter's eyelids having a slight opening for her pupil to peek through. An expression on her face showed her playful fear at the sight of Brittany's fingers. But still, she didn't make a move.

Brittany then walked closer. As she did, Alienelle's body seemed to twitch. Brittany raised her fingers and ran it down her daughter's sides, quickly springing her out of her pretend-game. She opened her eyes quickly and started laughing loudly.

"Haha, alright, mommy, I'm awake, I'm awake, haha stop, that tickles!" She quickly sat up and responded.

Brittany acted fast and wrapped her in an embrace as soon as she sat up. She then pushed her down gently. "You should be asleep, young lady. What's waking you up?"

"Alvin, Bryon, Ally, you can stop faking it now." Alvin spoke up, looking at the other 'sleeping' chipmunks with grins on their faces.

Ally quickly removed the cover off her brother and glared at her brother. "See, Alvin? I told you not to chuckle."

"Hey, you're the one with the loudest laugh here. Bet'cha can't go one second without that stupid laugh of yours." AJ shot back.

"Stupid? It's adorable." Ally confidently ran her paws along her hair.

"Adorably stupid."

Ally glared at him again.

Brittany watched the whole thing. She couldn't help but giggle silently. Their antics reminds her of how she and Alvin used to be before all this happened. "Alright, Alvin, Ally, that's enough." She turned back to Alienelle. "Alright, Nelle, what were you doing there at this time of the night?"

Alienelle defensively shook her head. "It wasn't just me, mommy. Bryon was there with me." He pointed at his little brother.

"We couldn't sleep, mom. We just wanted to see why aunt Eleanor was screaming so loud. We thought something was happening, and-" Bryon explained, stopping at the last part.

"And you just sneaked out of bed when I told you not to and headed straight for the room." Brittany continued for him.

Bryon shyly played with his fingers. "We sort'a did."

Brittany sensually leaned over and kissed him on the forehead. "You know what? Forget about it, sweetie. Just go back to sleep."

"Will you guys sleep with us?" Alienelle asked, widening her eyes and pouting her mouth, giving Brittany the 'puppy dog' look. And that's one thing Brittany couldn't say no to. I mean, she got from her, didn't she? Brittany's so good in giving that look to get what she wants, but Alvin's features on her face amplified the cuteness even more.

Brittany suddenly felt a brief loss of inhibition as she uncontrollably wrapped Alienelle in a tight embrace. "Aw, of course, Nelle. I can't resist you, can I?"

She then felt Alvin's presence beside her, kneeling down looking at their daughter. Alvin wrapped his arms around her and nuzzled his cheeks against hers. "You know, you look more like your mommy when you do that face..." Alvin brushed his finger on her small nose. "...you got that from her, didn't you?"

"Well, mommy was always beautiful." Alienelle replied.

Brittany never thought she could blush because of someone else's compliment other than Alvin's. Especially because her daughter said it. "Aw, thank you, Nelle. But hey, you're beautiful too." She smiled at her and looked at her blue eyes which she unmistakably got from her mother. She took a moment before shifting her gaze toward Alienelle's elder sister. "And of course, we can't forget Ally."

Brittany grabbed Ally by arm and wrapped her in a tight embrace. As she looked at her face, she could clearly see a blush. "Thank you, mommy. You're the best."

By that, it took a moment for her brain to register what Ally just said. A few moments after, she nearly drew tears. 'You're the best', that's what her daughter said. Can't she be any more proud of herself? "Thank you, Ally. You know how that means a lot to me." She and Ally exchanged warm mother-daughter smiles. Brittany leaned in and gave Ally a peck on the cheek. She saw her blush again.

"Ugh..." AJ's voice could be heard from the background, sounding disgusted. Brittany pulled out her gaze and looked at him.

"I don't think so, Junior. Come here." Alvin responded with open arms, inviting him.

"I'm okay, dad."

"Come on."

AJ couldn't argue against his dad (Not that he would). He sighed, pulled the covers off his lower torso, got up and approached his father. "Alright, dad." AJ wrapped his arms around his father's stomach.

"You too, Bryon." Alvin called out.

Bryon, at the last second, giggled as he stood up and approached his father and his older brother in an embrace, creating a group hug.

They pulled out, and Alvin ran his paws down their heads. My own sons, he thought, our sons. Mine and Brittany's children. He smiled as he ruffled his paws along their hair. He then took a glance toward Brittany. She's looking up a him, smiling with their daughters on either side of her. Alvin smiled back.

A family, they were. They have Ally, Alienelle, Alvin, and Bryon, their own flesh and blood. Their genes and chromosomes mixed, resulting to four perfect children. They never thought they could be as happy as this. They have each other to thank.

"Alright, you kids go to sleep." Alvin finally broke the silence, letting go of his sons.

"What about you, daddy?" Alienelle asked. "Aren't you going to sleep with us?"

"Of course I am. You're mommy and I are always together..." Alvin gave Brittany a smile. He found his paw reaching for hers. "...no matter what happens."

"Promise?" Alienelle asked.

"Promise." Alvin's sincerity was at the fullest, and this is one promise he'll never live to see himself break.

He could've kissed her right now, but the kids were watching them.

"Now, you and your mommy go sleep, and I'll turn off the lights."

"Thanks, Alvin." Brittany acknowledged as she tucked the children one by one.

Alvin walked over to the door, hopped up on top of the door knob and flipped the switched on the wall beside it. He hopped out and joined the rest of their family on the bed. Alvin slept on his side while Brittany slept on hers, their children on the space between them.

He lied down on his side, facing Ally who was sleeping right next to him. "Good night, Ally."

"Good night, daddy." She responded. "Good night, Alvin..." Ally emphasized the name bitterly.

AJ sighed and rolled his eyes. "Good night, Ally." He replied. "Good night, Nelle."

"Good night, Alvin. Good night, Bryon." Alienelle said her warm good night.

"Good night, Nelle. Good night, mom." Bryon said his.

"Good night, Bryon." She replied and smiled as she shaped his lips to mention Alvin's name. "Good night, Alvin." She said it in a seductive tone, giving him a hint of what's going to happen between them after the kids have fallen asleep.

"Good night, Brittany. I love you."

Pro- pro- pro- prologue, mates! Good day, I'm back.
I've decided to change my avatar depending on what story am I focusing on.

So, here you go, the story.