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.

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,

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

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

I shout, full of rage. I can’t believe

excitement of their game. I struggle to the side of the pool and support myself against the

sound. The boys fall silent mid-laugh. Victor is standing in the shallow end about ten feet away, teeth

boys, silent, paddle towards him until they

boys,” he growls, “will learn to respect your Alpha, and to listen to

raise my eyebrows, never having seen

still. Then he pulls his sopping dress shirt off over his head, tossing it in a soggy pile on the ground,

than he was five years ago, his supposed prime. His muscles

to me and I blink, realizing suddenly that I’ve

back into the pool and swimming over to the shallow

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

boys look up at me with doe eyes as Victor hands me a towel 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 head at Victor’s

boys nod and begin to dash over to the shower. “Walk!” I

off as best I can, grimacing at my ruined silk dress. “They’re mischievous, but not usually this

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

so…controlled, now. I

was…impulsive.” At this, his eyes wander down my body and I look down at myself, realizing that my soaking dress reveals more of my figure beneath it than

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