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.

anyone to do anything or go anywhere, so the whole city

on,” I say, heading

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 – sledding, hot cocoa, snowball

come?” Ian asks, shoveling down

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

The doctor told me you’ll be fine

asks, equally bright, distracting me from my phone. “And Uncle

this one, and

Alvin pleads,

says, his eyes wide. “We just want

day, after

Evelyn: Are you up?

a sigh of

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

day today! The boys want everyone

to wait long

Aye aye, captain. All

marshmallow men in

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 happens, they come

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

grow dark. Then, wrapping a blanket around her shoulders, Evelyn goes

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

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

asks, watching her spoon macaroni

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

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 of its wide arms and Alvin onto the other, each

their plates suspiciously. “I don’t want you to drop any food on

won’t!” Alvin says,

the boys shovel the

together peacefully for a while, watching TV, when Ian

pop,” Ian says quietly. “Can we have some of the tea that Uncle Rafe made for papa? We want to be good chess

to

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