The Dumbf*ck - Part Two of The DumbFuck Series: A Billionaire Bad Boy Humorous New Adult Romance (The DumbF*ck Part Two Book 2)

by Marie Stanley

  “Walker, I think that I would know if...”

  She paused, eyes drifting away in thought.

  “Oh my God, I think you’re right. Another baby. You’re okay with this?”

  She had drifted away, he recognized the dreamy look in her eyes. She was seeing the tiny baby clothes, tiny baby shoes, soft baby sounds and baby name lists.

  She had loved every part of it, and as much as he had worried that he wouldn’t enjoy it - he did. In the beginning it had been terrifying, then the crippling fear of doing right by the small life you were responsible for subsided. What was left was astoundingly life changing moments, watching the way Griffin had greedily drank from Waverly, his slippery wet skin in a bath.

  Then there was watching Waverly get bigger every month, she complained but he loved every moment of it. Her body was so much softer and warmer - everywhere. It was fucking amazing in the best possible way. He couldn’t keep his hands off of her before, luckily she was so damn needy for him all of the time that they spent hours upon hours contentedly drowning in each other.

  Constantly with Griffin, she had cried, terrified that she would make a horrible mother, he was able to console and convince her that she would handle perfectly. And she did, with the determined single mindedness that she handled everything, she had proved him right.

  Was he okay with her being pregnant again?

  Abso-fucking-lutely.

  ONE, TWO, THREE & FOUR

  Walker was comfortable in their great room on the sofa, watching the amber of his bourbon change colors as he tilted his glass back in front of the light.

  It was getting late, dark outside already on a crisp clear late fall evening. It would snow soon, he could feel it in the air earlier. Waverly loved it when it snowed and he would do anything to see Waverly happy.

  Thanksgiving was tomorrow. She had been going for hours, an inexhaustible, flurry of activity. He would tell her to stop but she never listened to him, she would just go and go until she collapsed. She really did need some rest he thought or she would be a trainwreck tomorrow.

  Setting his bourbon on the table he admired the fire he had built. Pretty damn good, it had really warmed up the room, he was hoping he could convince Waverly it was to warm for any clothes later.

  He felt a tug on his arm.

  “Daddy, is dumbfuck a bad word? Cause Mommy said on the phone to Auntie Molly that Walker is a dumbfuck. When I asked her what a dumbfuck was she said it was a bad word.”

  His son asked with interest, looking up at him with the same gray eyes that his wife had.

  “Hmmm, I’m not sure, Son, let’s ask Mommy when she comes in and see what she says, ok?”

  He tried to hide his smile as he reached down to brush a bit pf milk mustache off of his son’s upper lip.

  Umbuck, umbuck, umbuck,”

  Whack. Whack.

  Walker winced folding over as his daughter slammed her plastic shopping cart into his knee again.

  “Fuuu..”

  “Amelia stop.”

  He reached down with one hand to protect his knee and tried to grab his daughter by the arm as she stumbled off like a miniature drunken sailor with her little shopping cart.

  “Daddy is Amelia a dumbfuck?”

  “Aww, shit.”

  “Daddy, Mommy said that’s a bad word and you shouldn’t say it anymore, remember?

  “Griffen, don’t say ‘dumbfuck’.“

  “But Daddy you said you didn’t know what it meant, so why can’t I say it?”

  Enough he thought, he might run a billion dollar company but this was way over his head.

  “Waverly, Way ver ly, help!!!”

  Waverly peeked her head around the corner, a smile in her eyes,

  “Yes, boss?”

  She smiled at him, his smile, he thought, he owned that smile of hers, the one she only gave to him and their children. He cocked an eyebrow at her and smirked.

  “Now that’s what I like to hear.”

  Bam. Bam. Bam.

  Amelia was now ramming the yellow shopping cart as hard as her chubby little arms could manage, into the wall. Waverly slid the rest of the way into the room and perched on the edge of the sofa arm, ignoring their unruly daughter completely.

  “Did you need a refill on your drink?”

  He chuckled, crossed his arms behind his head, letting his eyes sweep over her from head to toe, she looked stunning, her hair up in a messy knot, her arms toned from carrying these hellions around all of the time, her ass and legs perfectly...

  “Walker?”

  She snapped her fingers in the air. His eyes flew back up to hers.

  “I was just thinking....”

  “Oh I know what you were thinking,” she laughed.

  Smiling at him as she swept her hand over her forehead.

  “Why is it so hot in here?”

  Wriggling out of her hoodie she tossed it next to her son who was absorbed in his picture book cuddled up next to Walker.

  “Griffin, I’ve missed you, come here and give your mommy a kiss, and then I’ll take you up to bed. It’s a big day tomorrow.”

  Waverly scooped her son up off of the sofa, kissing him over and over again until he shrieked with laughter. Walker watched happily, it would never get old for him, watching Waverly shower his children with love. It was something he had never had that unconditional love, demonstrative and given so freely. His children thrived on it and he craved it from her constantly. A look a smile, a brush of her hand on his. She was his world.

  Speaking of children, Amelia was now sound asleep on the floor next to her shopping cart, one shoe on, one shoe off, her pink little shirt cast aside.

  “I’ll take her.”

  Giving Griffin a kiss goodnight and then kissing Waverly quickly, he strode over to pick up his little girl. Breathing her in as he held her soft limp body and smoothing back her golden blonde hair. Kissing the little face that was the spitting image of his wife, he looked up to see Waverly watching him with a soft look on her face.

  He winked at her.

  “I’ll meet you back here in twenty minutes and then you can explain to me why my son and daughter have both started saying the word, d, u m b f u c k.”

  She left the room giving him a secretive smile while hoisting their son a little higher in her arms. He admired her still perfect ass as she left him standing there

  .

  When she finally came back in the room Walker was crouched down in front of the fire adding more logs, he felt her hands rest on his shoulders and she knelt down behind him.

  “It’s so hot in here already Walker, why are you putting more wood on?”

  “I’m trying to get you to take off all of your clothes for me, so I can get my hands all over your amazing body.”

  He grinned looking back at her.

  “You’ve never needed to do anything more than ask,” she answered reaching up to kiss him softly.

  “Baby,” he growled at her.

  Kissing her back and sliding her around onto his lap so she was straddling him, he could feel her heat through her yoga pants. Trailing his fingers down her neck, he was totally focused on her nipples showing through to her skimpy top, her breasts seemed bigger, more fantastic than they usually were.

  “Besides,” she sighed dreamily, “you may as well get your hands all over it now before I balloon up again.”

  “Umm Hmm.”

  He agreed his lips finally reaching their destination, his tongue circling her nipple through the top, he leaned back to admire the handiwork.

  “Wait, what?”

  It clicked together in his brain.

  “Are you? Again?”

  He looked down at her breasts, Fuckkkk, he loved it when she was pregnant, she wanted to have sex all of the time, jumping him in the shower, his office, the garage, he absolutely fucking loved it.

  “Walker, are you angry?” She asked pulling him out of his reverie.

  “Don’t you want another baby?”
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  Her lip quivered and her eyes teared up.

  “Mad?, Baby no, Fuck no, I’m not mad, I’m thrilled.”

  He pushed her backward, so she was sprawled out before him flat on her back then crawled up over her and rested between her legs.

  “You want three kids, we’ll have three. Four, six.”

  He reached up to pull her hair free so it tumbled into his hand and he rubbed his fingers through the silkiness.

  “Whatever you want Hippie Girl, whatever you want.”

  He leaned down and kissed her softly on the lips.

  “I’ll make it happen for you baby” “Oh Walker, really?, she nuzzled into his neck sighing as his hands started to slide her yoga pants lower and lower.

  ”Just think we’ll be a family of six.”

  Waverly pulled him down on her, licked his neck and then bit down gently, Walker groaned, he could feel his dick growing even harder for her, he wondered if she would let him...

  “Six, how can...?”

  He looked down at her with his dark blue eyes, eyebrows raised to his hairline. She was busy working to remove his shirt.

  “Wave, six?”

  “Well, you are a powerful man Walker, very strong, very powerful. When you do something, do you it well.”

  Waverly slid her arm down his stubbled jaw to his chest, then lower and lower until her hand slid under his jeans sliding back and forth over the tip of his erection.

  “You did it so well that you gave me twins. Walker, you gave me

  “Damn, two at one time. We are good.”

  “So you’re okay with this, you’re not freaked out?

  “Fuck no, I told you a long time ago that I was going to knock you up eight times.”

  He was smirking at her, she just rolled her eyes.

  “I do have one question, though?”

  Waverly reached to run a hand through his hair.

  “You’re not going to ask me what I think about you having a vasectomy are you?”

  He scoffed at her.

  “Hell no. I was wondering since you’re going to have two babies inside you...will your tits get twice as big?”

  “No,” she laughed at him, “But how do you feel about naming them Benn and Kate?”