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.

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

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

– 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,

Ian asks, shoveling down his

my phone to text him. I had sent him a text last night, but so

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

distracting me from my phone. “And Uncle

this one, and

pleads, Ian

“We just want to spend

acquiescing. It’s their day,

Evelyn: Are you up?

a sigh of

– but I’m fine. I’m sorry

want everyone to participate, so get

wait

aye, captain.

yard, looking like two happy little marshmallow men in their puffy

and wet that they can’t feel their fingers anymore. When that happens, they come inside to be wrapped in blankets by their grandmother and fed so much cocoa with marshmallows that Evelyn doesn’t

to sled, they sled, 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

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

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

with their gear and begins to

eat with pop pop?” Alvin asks, watching her spoon macaroni onto his

you to,” Evelyn says, looking at

Ian says, grabbing his plate and carrying 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 of its wide arms and Alvin onto the other, each settling their plates on their

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

says,

fast to drop any,” Ian says, and indeed, the boys shovel the food into their mouths at an

three sit together peacefully for a while, watching TV, when Ian

tea that Uncle Rafe made for papa? We want to be

continues. “We want to