Pregnant With Alpha’s Genius Twins

#Chapter 116 – Snow Day

“Mama.”

I blink, my son’s little voice waking me what feels way too early on a Tuesday morning. “Mama, wake up,” Alvin says again.

“Baby,” I murmur. “What time is it?”

“It’s 5 o’clock,” he says, and I groan, turning my head back into my pillow.

“Come back later, baby,” I say. “Mama’s still sleeping.”

“But mama,” a new voice says. My other son. My other demon, I think, cruel in this moment as my sleep is stripped from me. “Mama, it has snowed.”

At this, I open one eye. “Really?” I ask, curious. My two boys are there, looming over me, nodding their sleep-touseled heads excitedly. “How much?”

“Sooooo much!” Alvin shouts, spreading his arms wide, as if to encompass all the snow in the universe.

“Buckets and buckets of snow!” Ian says, laughing and jumping to his feet, bouncing on my bed.

I laugh with him, unable to help it, and sit up to peer out my window. I gasp at what I see.

The boys are right – at least two full feet of snow cover the landscape. The trees are heavy with it, their boughs sinking towards the ground under their alabaster burden.

“Oh my god,” I say, turning wide eyes towards my boys and pretending a seriousness I don’t actually feel. “Boys, you know what this means right?” I keep my face grave.

“What.” Ian says as he stops bouncing, suddenly worried.

“Can’t we go make a snowman?” Alvin says, equally concerned.

“It means,” I say, ominously. And then, quick as a snake, I snatch each of them by the waist, yelling and pulling them down to the bed. “Snow apocalypse! Snow day forever! So much snow we’ll never get out!”

The boys laugh hysterically, riotously, as I tickle them – kicking and screaming with the pure simple joy of a little boy’s snow day.

I laugh along with them, newly excited for the day. I lay back against my pillow, still laughing, but let them catch their breath.

“What does it really mean, mama,” Alvins says, catching his breath first.

do anything or go anywhere, so the whole city will take a break. Everyone

“Come on,” I say, heading for my door.

– they’ve only had one snow day before, on Christmas, and today is their first real snow. I want them to do it all – sledding, hot cocoa, snowball fights. Skating,

asks, shoveling down

had sent him a text last night,

when you wake up. The doctor told me you’ll be fine – you just need sleep – but I’m worried. Please let me know

grandpapa?” Alvin asks, equally bright, distracting me from my phone. “And Uncle Rafe and Mimi and

this one,

Alvin pleads, Ian

his eyes wide. “We just want to spend our

acquiescing. It’s their day, after all. I tap out another text to

Evelyn: Are you up?

later and I breathe a sigh of relief as a

Yes, sorry. Just woke up. Very groggy today – but I’m fine. I’m sorry to have given you

The boys want everyone to participate,

wait long for

Aye aye, captain. All hands

later, the boys bolt across the yard, looking like two happy little marshmallow men in their puffy

outside getting so cold and wet that they can’t feel their fingers anymore. When that happens, they come inside to be wrapped in blankets by their

with Archie chasing them down the hill with every pass. When the boys want to build a fort and have a snowball fight, he orders the Beta team to build the most impressive fort they can

as the sky starts to grow dark. Then, wrapping a blanket around her shoulders, Evelyn goes outside. “Come on, boys!”

a bit of chagrin – for they are tired – the boys all trudge in, again

Alvin off with their gear and begins

eat with pop pop?” Alvin asks, watching

would like you to,” Evelyn says, looking at Alvin curiously out of the

it into the living room, where their grandfather is watching the news on television. Alvin follows eagerly after. Henry, earlier in the day, had asked to be transferred into his favorite comfortable recliner. Ian climbs onto one

suspiciously. “I don’t want

says, smiling at

any,” Ian says, and indeed, the boys

a while, watching TV, when Ian

of the tea that Uncle Rafe made for papa? We

Alvin continues. “We want to be like the Russian grand