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.

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 home and have

out of bed. “Come on,” I say, heading for my door. “Let’s go make our

one snow day before, on Christmas, and today is their first real snow. I want them

asks, shoveling down his cereal at

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

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

Alvin asks, equally bright, distracting me from my

this one,

pleads,

says, his eyes wide. “We just want to spend our snow day with

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

Evelyn: Are you up?

breathe a sigh of relief

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

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

wait long

captain. All hands on

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

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

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

grow dark. Then, wrapping a blanket around her shoulders, Evelyn goes outside. “Come on, boys!”

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

their gear and begins to prepare their plates

pop?” Alvin asks, watching her

like you to,” Evelyn says, looking at Alvin curiously out

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,

careful, you two,” their grandfather says, eyeing their plates suspiciously. “I don’t want you to drop

says, smiling at

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

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

of the tea that Uncle Rafe made for papa?

to be like the Russian