Hello! So after a few breaks and numerous one-shots (which you may want to read *shameless-self-promotion*) I've come back with a new multi-chapter that hopefully you will all enjoy. It's a sequel to my first multi-chapter "Leaving", which if you haven't read, you should to get a good idea of what is going on in this one. This sequel had been going through thought-processing ever since the ending of the first, so hopefully it's developed enough by now that I can finally write it. I should warn you, that even though this is rated T it still has some mature-ish content in it, and can be suggestive at times, sometimes violent. However, I deemed it "safe" enough to be rated T as there is nothing explicit in this.

Well, I hope you like this, and please review and tell me what you think - thank you!

P.S - I own nothing, except for the story plot.

Sunlight seeped through the blinds of the living room window, transmitting a warm glow around the room. The television showed images of meaningless entertainment whilst its sounds echoed throughout the occupied space. On the sofa across from the device, lay a pink-clad woman, reading what was presumably a fashion magazine. She flicked through the pages rather quickly, as though she had the capacity to absorb the information fast enough. Her afternoons were always like this – calm and collected. She had no stresses and no worries. Just her... and her daily magazine reading sessions. Well, she had to keep updated on the latest trends – she had a reputation to uphold.

However, back the previous point – no stresses or worries. Life truly was a breeze for her nowadays, a far-cry from what it used to be. It felt heavenly to be able to embrace her new home like this and not feel afraid of anymore big changes in her life. This was it, and she wasn't prepared to change it. The sound of a light snore brought her attention away from the magazine in her hands. She glanced to her left, to see a red-clad chipmunk wearing the most ridiculous cap curled up next to her. A small smile graced her features. How could she forget his afternoon naps? Yes, he was lazy. Shaking her head in despair, but still smiling, she tapped the man on the chest, whispering his name.

"Alvin, Alvin wake up."

The chipmunk continued to sleep, blissfully unaware of his surroundings, or the chipette looking down at him. From the angle she was looking at him, Brittany could have sworn he was smiling. His arms were wrapped around her waist, whilst his head leaned against her shoulder. She couldn't deny it – he looked sweet just laying there, not saying a word. This was why she enjoyed the afternoons. Peace and quiet. Sometimes she did need the company though. Giving a smack to his chest with the magazine, she repeated his name a little louder.

"Alvin! Wake up," she tried not to laugh as his face contorted into a pout, and then his eyes were flickering open. He groaned as the sun got into his eyes, officially waking him from his slumber.

"W-wha? Britt," he whined, removing his arms from her waist and pressing them against himself. He looked up, and instantly blue met blue. It was that kind of clash that sent Brittany's heart racing. The kind of clash that should be deemed disastrous, but it was so right. Those were the blue eyes that she had fallen for. At the airport, in the middle of the street, in her apartment, in the nightclub, in that fancy restaurant, and at the alter...

It had already been two years since they'd started living their new life in California. It had only been almost a year since they'd been wed. It was around the time Alvin proposed, when they had moved into their new two bedroom house. It was deemed the best decision, for whatever reason they didn't know – it just felt more like a household where a married couple like themselves could live in.

The wedding itself was a grand occasion – it certainly brought everybody together. Flowers, large dresses, expensive meal, and a night of dancing. Yep, that took a lot of saving up to pay for.

"You shouldn't be sleeping in the afternoon, Alvin. That's what nights are for." Brittany lifted herself from the sofa and turned to look back down at Alvin. He had a smirk plastered across his face and Brittany knew that smirk. "Don't you dare..."

Alvin chuckled and help himself up with his elbows. "Sorry, can't help it Britt, it's just in my nature."

"Yes, well... we've got visitors later. Your brothers and my sisters are coming over so you might want to freshen up a little. You look like you've just rolled out of bed." The chipette looked at Alvin's attire: a baggy t-shirt and red flannel pants. Suddenly the chipmunk rose from his seat and wrapped his arms around his counterpart, receiving a surprised noise from the redhead.

"And what will you be doing while I get ready?" He asked, taking in the scent of her hair. It smelled of strawberries and cream. He'd expect nothing less from Brittany, of course.

"The same, I need to fix up my hair and re-apply my makeup." The pink-clad chipette broke the embrace and adjusted her clothing. Alvin's smile faltered a little.

"B-but I think you're just fine as you are," the chipmunk mumbled, a light blush dusting his cheeks. Brittany couldn't help but smile at him. He could be sweet... when he wanted to be. She stepped forward and gave him a small peck on the cheek.

"T-thanks, I guess," she whispered. "But you still need to get ready, and so do I." And with that, she whirled around and headed for the stairs out in the hall.

The eldest chipmunk stood there, fixed to the ground, lost in one of his daydreams. Her beauty just mesmerised him every single day. The way her auburn hair would cascade freely down her back when she was having a "lazy day" sent tingles up his spine, and her beautiful blue eyes filled him with awe. He couldn't deny that he loved her, but minor things bothered him, such as her wild ambitions to become a supermodel. She didn't let go of her dream to get into the fashion industry, and this affected her way of thinking. Nothing was good enough for Brittany, and it's like she was oblivious to her true beauty, but Alvin saw it. She's so vain yet she can't take simple compliments like his.

It's like the only approval she wants is the approval of the whole world.

But he still loved her dearly.

His attention was brought to the photo hanging proudly on the wall above their fireplace. The wedding photo. On it featured Brittany and himself. Both were smiling proudly, love was shining brightly in their eyes as their hands were clasped together, their golden wedding bands sparkling underneath the bright summer sun. Alvin's eyes presently refused to leave her dazzling baby blues that were complimented with a dazzling white smile. An ivory gown and a white veil were the only features that truly made her look like a bride. The tiara didn't matter, because every other day she looked like a princess. That was the day Alvin promised to love her and protect her for the rest of his life. He swore to himself not to break that promise, and now it was nearing one year.

He had to do something special for her, but what? Glancing around the now empty living room, he felt something weird fill up inside. He always had an idea, but was always too afraid to voice it... Alvin was pretty sure he knew what he wanted for their first anniversary.

Well that was the first chapter, hope you liked. Please don't forget to review and tell me what you though! Thank you!

Peace, love, and COOKIES! ~ MissSteph22 x :)