I don't own Alvin and the Chipmunks. I can claim ownership for their kids. CGI, though I'm sure this would be a better cartoon plotline. Especially since I put in a cartoon character form the cartoon series. Just one of my random ideas. Warning: domestic violence, etc. Rated T for said reasons.

Chapter 1: Fighting Again

The Chipmunks and Chipettes were now happily married adults and parents…for a while. Alvin and Brittany haven't been so happy about their marriage lately.

"Marrying you was a mistake!" Brittany screamed at her husband.

"Knowing you is a mistake!" Alvin countered.

The bickering couple was in their bedroom. Their son, AJ, was in his bedroom, scared out of his mind because he had to deal with his parents fighting every night. He buried his face in the sweatshirt his father gave him on his 8th birthday. That sweatshirt was once Alvin's; now it was Alvin Junior's (hence the nickname AJ). That was six months ago, when they were a happy family.

"I can't think of one good thing that came out of our marriage!" Brittany shouted. AJ gasped lightly. Wasn't he a good thing? Or did his mother hate him? Then, he heard the sound of glass breaking. His parents began screaming indistinctly. He wished more than anything at that moment that his bedroom had soundproof walls. Alas, it was but a wish. He began to cry. The fighting briefly stopped.

"Great, you scared AJ!" Alvin yelled.

"No, you scared him!" Brittany yelled back.

"You scare me! Just one look at you is enough to kill someone!" Alvin pressed on.

"Oh, no you didn't!" Brittany gasped.

"I believe I did!" Alvin snapped. The sound of breaking glass rang out again. AJ was hugging his knees and whimpering. It was a nightmare he always relived. Every night. No eight-and-a-half-year-old should have to live through this. So why was AJ? Then, AJ heard another breaking sound, and then he had heard the sound of Brittany crying in pain.

"Stop it, stop it, stop it," AJ whispered through his tears. "Stop fighting…" And so, he cried himself to sleep.

When morning came around, Brittany was the first one out of bed. She went into the kitchen, checked the phone, and found one new message. She muttered something along the lines of, "Stupid Alvin…", and played the message.

"Hey, Brittany, it's Ellie!" the message played in Eleanor's voice. "I was just wondering if you and Alvin, both junior and senior, wanted to come over for dinner tomorrow. I have exciting news! If so, please call back. Bye!"

Brittany picked up the phone and dialed Theodore and Eleanor's number. Her sister picked up.

"Hello?" Eleanor greeted.

"Hey, Ellie, it's Britt!" Brittany greeted.

"Morning, Britt! You got my message!" Eleanor exclaimed cheerily.

"Yeah. What's this big news?" Brittany implored to be enlightened by her sister.

"Nuh-uh, it's a surprise. I'll tell you when you get here."

"Okay, sis. Are you sure you want Alvin there? Can't I bring just AJ?"

"I want the whole family here! Or at least, since our houses are chipmunk sized—thank goodness for Dave—every family member who can fit. Why don't you want Alvin here?" Eleanor asked suspiciously.

"…No reason."

"Okay…see you tonight!" Eleanor hung up.

AJ emerged from his room. His hazel eyes were distraught. He was still freaked out from the night before. Brittany smiled at her son. "Guess what, AJ. You're getting to see all of your cousins tonight!"

But AJ's mind was elsewhere. "Mom, why are you and Dad fighting?"

Brittany could not find an acceptable answer, so she let out a heaving sigh and said, "It's complicated, sweetie."

Alvin came out of the master bedroom, and received a bitter glare from his wife. He just yawned it off, looked at AJ, and said, "Morning, AJ." It was as if seeing AJ changed his mood completely. He ruffled his son's hair.

"Alvin, we're going to my sister's place tonight. Don't make a fool of yourself," Brittany said flatly as she put a piece of bread in the toaster.

"Relax. Remember, both of your sisters are married to both of my brothers," Alvin slyly replied.

"How is that supposed to reassure me?"

"Why are so hard to please?"

"Well, maybe if you got off of your lazy…tail, I wouldn't be so bitter!" Brittany snapped, choosing her words carefully around AJ.

"Maybe if you didn't step on my tail every night—!" Alvin tried to counter.

"I am not…talking about this in the morning," Brittany said firmly. There was a pained look in her ice blue eyes. Her attention shifted back to the toaster. "By the way, the sweatshirt you gave AJ is too big for him."

"He'll grow into it. I know because he's my son," Alvin said and knelt down beside AJ. "Besides, he looks kind of cute in an oversized sweatshirt."

"That was manly," his wife scoffed sarcastically. She glanced at the scowl he was giving her. Then, for AJ's sake, and to admit the truth, she agreed, "But I do think it looks cute when it's oversized." She looked at her son. She gazed into his delicate, eight-year-old hazel eyes and forced a smile.

"Are we seeing Aunt Jeanette or Aunt Eleanor?" AJ asked his mother.

"Aunt Eleanor, sweetie, but I think Aunt Jeanette will be there, too."