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.

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

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

boys 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, snowball fights.

papa come?” Ian asks, shoveling down his cereal at

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

doctor told me you’ll be fine – you just need sleep – but I’m worried. Please let me know

distracting me from

one,

Alvin pleads, Ian

his eyes wide. “We just want to

say, acquiescing. It’s their day,

Evelyn: Are you up?

breathe a sigh of relief as a

but I’m fine. I’m sorry to have given

today! The boys want everyone to participate, so get your butts out in the

wait

captain. All hands on

little marshmallow men

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 grandmother and fed so much cocoa with

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

Then, wrapping a blanket around her shoulders, Evelyn goes outside. “Come on,

they are tired – the boys all trudge

their gear and begins to prepare their plates

with pop pop?” Alvin asks, watching her spoon macaroni

to,” Evelyn says, looking at Alvin curiously out

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

suspiciously. “I

Alvin says, smiling at

indeed, the boys shovel

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

of the tea that Uncle Rafe made for papa? We want to be good chess players

want to be like

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