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.

I say, shrugging. “There’s too much snow for anyone to do anything or go anywhere, so the whole city will take a

cheer with excitement as I pull myself out of bed. “Come on,” I say, heading for

it – they’ve only had one snow

down

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

please text me when you wake up. The doctor told me you’ll be fine – you just need sleep

grandpapa?” Alvin asks, equally bright, distracting me from my phone.

one, and he

pleads, Ian

wide. “We just want to spend

day, after all. I tap out

Evelyn: Are you up?

and I breathe a sigh of relief as a reply

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

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

wait long

aye, captain. All

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

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

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 orders the Beta team to build the most impressive fort

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

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

helps Ian and Alvin off with their gear and begins to prepare their plates

eat with pop pop?” Alvin asks, watching her

you to,” Evelyn says, 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. Ian climbs onto one of its wide arms and Alvin onto the other, each settling their plates on their

suspiciously. “I don’t want

says, smiling at

the

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

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

Alvin continues. “We want to