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.

yes,” I say, brushing hair out of my face and looking around for the boys, avoiding eye contact as he holds me close. “Stilettos aren’t…pool

say not,” Victor murmurs, finally taking back his

behind Victor I hear Ian shout: “LET’S PLAY MARCO POLO!” and I spy a flash of him standing right behind Victor, hands up,

and we both topple, suddenly, helplessly, into the pool. I surface frantically, gasping for air, just in time

full of rage. I can’t

their game. I struggle to the side of the pool and support myself against the wall, trying to come up with a hasty

silent mid-laugh. Victor is standing in the shallow end about ten feet away, teeth fully bared, full

paddle towards

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

raise my eyebrows, never having seen

pulls his sopping dress shirt off over his head, tossing it in a soggy pile on the ground, and moves to take

realizing that he’s somehow gotten in better shape than he was five years ago, his supposed prime. His muscles move powerfully

and I blink, realizing suddenly that I’ve

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

was unacceptable. You owe Victor and I

it, why don’t you two go wash off all this chlorine in

“Walk!” I shout

sorry, Victor” I say, drying myself off as best I can, grimacing at my ruined silk dress. “They’re mischievous, but

he says, smirking. “They just have a lot of energy and need a firm hand, like you said. They remind me…a lot

say, curious. “You’re so…controlled, now. I have trouble

when I was…impulsive.” At this, his eyes wander down my

horribly and turn my back to him, pretending to concentrate on drying my hair. Victor laughs behind me, not falling for