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.

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

Victor murmurs, finally taking

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

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

of rage. I can’t believe

and support myself against the wall, trying to come up with a hasty plan to get them back in line, when I

feet away, teeth fully bared, full Alpha asserting his authority over his pack. If he wasn’t soaking wet, he

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

gathers one boy under each arm, holding them still with absolute strength. “You boys,” he growls, “will

I raise my eyebrows, never having

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

sight of his shirtless body, realizing that he’s somehow gotten in better shape than he was

to me and I blink, realizing

swimming over to the shallow end, where I pull off my pumps and climb

say sternly, making my way over to all three. “That was unacceptable. You owe Victor and I an apology while we think

from a bin. “While we discuss it, why don’t you two go wash off all this chlorine in the shower,” I say, nodding my

boys nod and begin to dash over to the shower. “Walk!” I shout after them, “and no nonsense.” They obediently slow their

best I can, grimacing at my

of energy and need a firm hand, like you

so…controlled, now. I have trouble thinking of

could maybe think of a time when I was…impulsive.” At this, his eyes wander down my body and I look

me, not falling for it. “Come on, Evelyn, let’s get you some dry clothes – I’m sure I can find