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.

today,” I say, shrugging. “There’s too much snow for anyone to do anything or go

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

about what they’ll 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

papa come?” Ian asks, shoveling down his cereal

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

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

grandpapa?” Alvin asks, equally bright, distracting me from my

at this one, and

Alvin pleads, Ian joining

his eyes wide. “We just want to spend our snow day with our whole

It’s their day, after all. I

Evelyn: Are you up?

breathe a sigh of

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

are better. Snow day today! The boys want everyone to participate, so get your

wait long

captain. All

boys bolt across the yard, looking like two happy little marshmallow men in their puffy

affair, with everyone getting along more than Evelyn 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,

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, Victor and the boys together assault the Beta fort and the Betas, Evelyn

at them 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

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

Alvin off with their gear and begins to prepare their plates of

we eat with pop pop?” Alvin asks, watching her spoon macaroni onto

looking at

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

suspiciously. “I don’t want you to drop any

says, smiling

fast to drop any,” Ian says, and indeed, the boys shovel the food into

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

have some of the tea that Uncle Rafe

“We want to be