Pregnant With Alpha’s Genius Twins

#Chapter 15 – Water Playing

“Bed?!” I call out to the boys, surprised by their request. “It’s only…7 o’clock. You haven’t even had dinner!”

“Bed, bed!” the two boys shout, leaping to their feet and running around the pool. “Let’s go to bed!”

“Okay,” I say, shrugging. “Sorry Victor,” I say, turning to him. “Looks like the boys want to go home.”

“NO!” Ian shouts. “We can go to bed here! Dad has a BIG bed – we saw it upstairs! You said we could have a sleepover!”

“Yes, they should sleep here,” says Victor, eager to keep control.

“Bed! Bed! Bed!” The boys begin to chant, climbing on the ping pong table and hopping around.

“Boys, get down from there,” I say, anxious. I walk over and reach out my arms to lift them down.

“No!,” Ian shouts, an impish expression on his face. “You have to catch me first! And then we’ll go to BED!” Shrieking with laughter, he and Alvin leap from the table and fly by me, running around the pool.

“NO running!” Victor shouts, authoritative, expecting them to obey. The boys ignore him, laughing harder, jumping over lounge chairs and pushing floats into the pool.

“Boys!” I shout, using my best mom voice. It has no effect. I move towards the edge of the pool as they come around it, making a full circle. They’ll have to run right past me.

“Catch us! Catch us!” They shriek, dodging me and zipping by. I reach out as fast as I can, snatching at the tail of Ian’s shirt – missing – reaching for Alvin’s arm –

Suddenly, I feel my left leg go out from beneath me. I stumble sideways and gasp, seeing nothing but blue pool before me when – bam! I feel a strong arm around my waist, pulling me back and steadying me.

“Are you all right, Evelyn?” I gasp as Victor pulls me to him, holding me steady until I find my feet.

my face and looking around for the boys, avoiding eye contact as he holds me close. “Stilettos aren’t…pool friendly footwear,

not,” Victor murmurs, finally taking back

Victor I hear Ian shout: “LET’S PLAY MARCO POLO!” and I spy a

into the pool. I surface frantically, gasping for air, just in time to see the boys cannon ball into the water fully

rage. I can’t believe

“Polo!,” completely lost in the excitement of their game. I struggle to the side of the pool and support myself against the wall, trying to come up

Victor is standing in the shallow end about ten feet away, teeth fully bared, full Alpha asserting his authority over his

silent, paddle towards him until they each stand at his side, up to their shoulders in the

“You boys,” he growls, “will learn to respect your Alpha, and to listen to me when I tell

mumble. I raise my eyebrows, never having seen them so

turns and carries them bodily out of the pool, setting them on the concrete where they stand silent and still. Then he pulls his sopping dress shirt off over his head, tossing it in a soggy pile on the ground, and moves to take the boys’ shirts off too so that they can begin to

stare at Victor, taking in the sight of his shirtless body, realizing that he’s somehow gotten in better shape than he was five years ago, his supposed prime. His muscles move powerfully under the skin on his

to me and I blink, realizing suddenly that

I say, slipping back into the pool and swimming over to the shallow end, where I pull off my pumps and climb

three. “That was unacceptable. You owe Victor and I an

why don’t you two go wash

“Walk!” I shout after them, “and no nonsense.” They obediently slow their

drying myself off as best I can, grimacing at my ruined

firm hand, like

“You’re so…controlled, now. I have

think that you, of all people, could maybe think of a time when I was…impulsive.” At this, his eyes wander

him, pretending to concentrate on drying my hair. Victor laughs behind me, not falling for it. “Come on,