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.

for anyone to do anything or go anywhere, so the whole city will take a break. Everyone will stay home and have a

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

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

asks, shoveling down his cereal at a record

had sent him a text last

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

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

this one, and he sees

pleads, Ian joining

on, mama,” Ian says, his eyes wide. “We just want to spend

day, after all. I tap out another

Evelyn: Are you up?

later and I breathe a sigh of relief as

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

want everyone to participate, so get

to wait long for a

captain. All hands

happy little marshmallow men in their puffy snow suits. As

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

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 they can against them. Then, Victor and the boys

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

– for they are tired – the boys

gear and begins

asks,

you to,” Evelyn says, looking at Alvin

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

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

says,

says, and indeed, the boys shovel the

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

quietly. “Can we have some of the tea that Uncle Rafe made

Alvin continues. “We want to be like the Russian grand