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.

means everything will slow 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

myself out of bed. “Come on,” I

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

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

I had sent him a text

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

bright, distracting me from my phone. “And Uncle

at this one, and he sees

Alvin pleads, Ian joining

wide. “We just want to

day, after all. I tap out another text

Evelyn: Are you up?

a sigh

sorry. Just woke up. Very groggy today – but I’m fine. I’m

day today! The boys want everyone to participate, so get your

have to wait long

Aye aye, captain.

the yard, looking like two happy little marshmallow men in their puffy snow suits. As promised, Victor and his

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 inside to be wrapped in blankets by their grandmother and fed so much cocoa with marshmallows that Evelyn doesn’t

the hill with every pass. When the boys want to build a fort and have a snowball fight, he orders the Beta team to build

around her shoulders, Evelyn goes outside. “Come on, boys!” She calls to the three. “It’s growing late, time

the boys all trudge in, again soaked to the

and Alvin off with their gear and begins to prepare

pop pop?” Alvin asks, watching

looking at Alvin curiously

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.

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

Alvin says, smiling at

Ian says, and indeed, the boys shovel the

for a while, watching TV, when Ian catches

we have some of the tea that Uncle Rafe made for papa? We want

continues. “We want to be like the Russian