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.

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

out of bed. “Come on,” I

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 – sledding, hot cocoa,

Ian asks, shoveling down his cereal

him. I had sent him a text last night, but so far

me you’ll be fine –

Alvin asks, equally bright, distracting me from my

at this one, and he

Alvin pleads,

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

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

Evelyn: Are you up?

few moments later and I breathe a sigh of relief as a reply

today – but I’m fine. I’m sorry to have given you

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

to wait long for a

aye, captain. All hands on

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

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 inside to be wrapped in blankets by their

glories in the day, indulging the boys in their every whim. If they want 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

at them out the window, 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, time for

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

Alvin off with their gear and begins

asks, watching

Evelyn says, looking at Alvin curiously out of the

follows eagerly after. Henry, earlier in the day, had asked to be

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

won’t!” Alvin says, smiling

any,” Ian says, and indeed, the

peacefully for a while, watching TV,

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

to be like