Pregnant With Alpha’s Genius Twins

Chapter 116

#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.

or go anywhere, so the whole city will take a break. Everyone will stay home and have a

excitement as I pull myself out of bed. “Come on,”

by the prospect of it – they’ve only had one snow day before, on Christmas, and today is their first real snow. I

asks, shoveling down his

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

The doctor told me you’ll be fine –

distracting me from my phone. “And Uncle Rafe

hesitate at this one, and

Alvin pleads,

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

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

Evelyn: Are you up?

and I breathe a sigh of relief as a reply

woke up. Very groggy today – but I’m fine. I’m sorry to have given you

boys want everyone to participate, so get your butts out in

don’t have to wait long for

captain. All hands

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

they can’t feel their fingers anymore. When that happens, they

down the hill with every pass. When the boys want to build a fort and have a snowball fight,

out the window, as the sky starts to grow dark. Then, wrapping a blanket around her shoulders, Evelyn goes outside. “Come on, boys!” She calls to the

tired – the boys all trudge in, again soaked to the bone

with their gear

Alvin asks, watching her spoon macaroni

at Alvin

room, where their grandfather is watching the news on television. Alvin follows eagerly after. Henry, earlier in the day, had

two,” their grandfather says, eyeing their plates suspiciously. “I

Alvin says, smiling

indeed, the boys shovel the food into their mouths

together peacefully for a while, watching

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

continues. “We want to be like the

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