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.

down today,” I say, shrugging. “There’s too much snow for anyone to do anything or go anywhere, so the whole city will take a break. Everyone will stay home and have a lovely, luxurious snow

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

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

asks, shoveling down his cereal

my phone to text him. I had sent him a text

wake up. The doctor told me you’ll be fine – you just need sleep – but

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

at this one, and he sees

pleads, Ian joining

his eyes wide. “We just want to spend our

say, acquiescing. It’s their day, after

Evelyn: Are you up?

moments 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 a

better. Snow day today! The boys want everyone to participate, so get your butts

don’t have to wait

captain. All hands on

bolt across the yard, looking like two happy little marshmallow men in their puffy snow suits. As promised, Victor and his family are there, ready for

half their time outside getting so cold and wet that they can’t feel their

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

around her shoulders, Evelyn goes outside. “Come on,

chagrin – for they are tired – the boys all trudge in, again soaked to

off with their gear and

Alvin asks, watching her

you to,” Evelyn says, looking at

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 of its wide arms

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

says,

and indeed, the boys shovel

peacefully for a while, watching TV, when Ian catches Alvin’s eye.

says quietly. “Can we have some of the tea that Uncle Rafe made for papa? We want to be

want to be like the