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, so the whole city will take a break. Everyone will

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

one snow day before, on Christmas, and today is their first real snow. I want them to do it all – sledding, hot cocoa, snowball

down his cereal

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

you’ll be fine – you just need sleep – but I’m worried. Please let me

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

at this one, and

Alvin pleads,

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

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

Evelyn: Are you up?

I breathe a

Yes, sorry. Just woke up. Very groggy today – but I’m fine. I’m sorry to have

better. Snow day today! The boys want everyone to participate, so get your butts out in the yard

to wait

Aye aye, captain. All hands

looking like two happy little marshmallow men

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

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 they can against them. Then,

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

the boys all trudge in, again soaked to the

Alvin off with their gear and begins

Alvin asks, watching her spoon macaroni onto his

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

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

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

Alvin says,

Ian says, and indeed, the boys shovel the

together peacefully for a while, watching TV,

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

Alvin continues. “We want to be like