Pregnant With Alpha’s Genius Twins

Chapter 116

#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.

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

I pull myself out of bed. “Come on,” I say, heading for my door. “Let’s go

they’ve only had one snow day before, on Christmas, and today is their

Ian asks, shoveling down his

grabbing my phone to text him. I had

text me when you wake up. The doctor told me you’ll be fine – you

distracting me from my phone. “And Uncle Rafe and Mimi

one, and

pleads, Ian joining

“We just want

day, after all. I tap out another text to

Evelyn: Are you up?

moments later and I breathe a sigh of relief as

Very groggy today – but I’m fine. I’m sorry to

day today! The boys want everyone to participate,

wait long

aye, captain. All

across the yard, looking like two happy little marshmallow men

lovely affair, 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 fingers anymore. When that

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 against them. Then, Victor and the boys together assault the Beta fort and the

as the sky starts to grow dark. Then, wrapping a blanket around her shoulders, Evelyn goes outside. “Come on, boys!” She calls to the three. “It’s growing late,

tired – the boys all trudge in, again soaked to the

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

we eat with pop pop?” Alvin asks, watching her

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

the living room, where their grandfather is watching the news on television. Alvin follows eagerly after. Henry, earlier in the day, had asked

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

Alvin says, smiling at

says, and indeed, the boys shovel the food into their

while, watching TV,

that Uncle Rafe made for papa? We want

to be

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