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.

say, brushing hair out of my face and looking around for the

murmurs, finally taking

the blue, from behind Victor I hear Ian shout: “LET’S PLAY MARCO POLO!” and I spy a

with me and we both topple, suddenly, helplessly, into the pool. I surface frantically, gasping for air, just in time to see the boys cannon ball into

shout, full of rage.

shrieking “Marco!” and “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 with a hasty plan to get them back in line, when I hear

the shallow end about ten feet away, teeth fully bared,

heel. NOW.” The boys, silent, paddle towards him until

down and gathers one boy under each arm, holding them still with absolute strength. “You boys,” he growls, “will learn to respect your Alpha,

my eyebrows, never having seen them

the concrete where they stand silent and still. Then he pulls his sopping dress shirt off over his

somehow gotten in better shape than he

I blink, realizing suddenly that I’ve

back into the pool and swimming over to the shallow end,

way over to all three. “That was unacceptable. You owe Victor and I

you two go wash off all this chlorine in

to the shower. “Walk!” I shout after them, “and no nonsense.” They obediently

off as best I can, grimacing at my

just have a lot of energy and need a firm hand, like

so…controlled, now. I have trouble thinking of you

was…impulsive.” At this, his eyes wander down my body and I look down

him, pretending to concentrate on drying my hair. Victor laughs behind me, not falling for it. “Come on, Evelyn, let’s get you some dry