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.

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

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

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.

papa come?” Ian asks, shoveling down his

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

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

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

one, and

Alvin pleads, Ian

“We just

say, acquiescing. It’s their day,

Evelyn: Are you up?

and I breathe a sigh of relief as a reply

Very groggy today – but I’m fine.

day today! The boys want everyone

to wait long for a

aye, captain. All hands

bolt across the yard, looking like two happy little marshmallow men in their puffy snow suits. As promised, Victor and his family are there, ready

possible. The boys spend half their time outside getting so cold and wet that they can’t feel

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 they can against them. Then, Victor and the boys together assault the Beta fort and the Betas, Evelyn sees,

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

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

Ian and Alvin off with their gear and

pop?” Alvin asks, watching her spoon macaroni onto his

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

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

their plates suspiciously. “I don’t want

Alvin says,

and indeed, the boys shovel

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

pop,” Ian says quietly. “Can we have some of the tea that Uncle Rafe made for

want to be like the