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.

will slow down today,” I say, shrugging. “There’s too much snow for anyone to do anything or go

pull myself out of bed. “Come on,” I say, heading

together the breakfast, the boys ask a million questions about what they’ll do today. I am pleased by the prospect of it – they’ve only had one snow day before, on Christmas, and today is their first real snow. I want them to do it all –

shoveling down his cereal at a record

I answer, grabbing my phone to text him. I had sent him a

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

grandpapa?” Alvin asks, equally bright, distracting me from

one,

Alvin pleads,

mama,” Ian says, his eyes wide. “We just

acquiescing. It’s their day, after all. I tap

Evelyn: Are you up?

and I breathe a sigh of relief

Just woke up. Very groggy today – but I’m fine. I’m

today! The boys want everyone to participate, so get your butts

don’t have to wait

captain.

the yard, looking like two happy little marshmallow men in their puffy snow suits. As

with everyone getting along more than Evelyn thought possible. The boys spend half their time outside getting so cold and wet that they can’t feel their

want to build a fort and have a snowball fight, he orders the Beta team to build the

looking at them out the window, as the sky starts to grow dark. Then, wrapping a blanket around her shoulders, Evelyn goes

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

and Alvin off with their gear and begins to prepare their plates

pop?” Alvin asks, watching

like you to,” Evelyn says, looking at Alvin curiously

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 of its wide arms and Alvin onto the

their grandfather says, eyeing their plates suspiciously. “I don’t want you to drop any food

won’t!” Alvin says, smiling

Ian says, and indeed, the boys shovel the food into their mouths at an almost-alarming

while, watching

some of the tea that Uncle Rafe made for papa? We want to

to be like the Russian