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,

“Come on,” I say, heading for my door.

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. Skating, if

shoveling down his cereal at a

had sent him a

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

equally bright, distracting me from my phone. “And Uncle Rafe and Mimi

one, and he

Alvin pleads, Ian

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

“Fine!” I say, acquiescing. It’s their day, after all.

Evelyn: Are you up?

I breathe a sigh

today – but I’m fine. I’m sorry to

boys want everyone to participate, so

have to wait

Aye aye, captain. All

two happy little marshmallow men in their puffy snow suits. As promised, Victor and his family

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

to build a fort and have a snowball fight, he orders the Beta team to build the most impressive fort they can against them. Then, Victor and the boys together

laughs, looking at them out the window, as the sky starts to grow dark. Then, wrapping a blanket around her shoulders, Evelyn

– for they are tired – the boys

and Alvin off with their gear and begins to prepare

pop?” Alvin asks, watching her spoon macaroni onto

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 transferred into his favorite comfortable recliner. Ian climbs onto one of its

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

won’t!” Alvin says,

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

peacefully for a while, watching

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

want to be like the