Knox's Girl (Carmichael Series #1)✔️

Making Plans

**THANK YOU FOR 64K READS. THAT. IS. INSANE!!! I LOVE YOU ALL SO MUCH! **

**Edited**

Poppy's POV

I waddled into our kitchen after finally getting up for the day. I was more than a little annoyed when I rolled over in bed and saw that it was about noon already; I always tell Knox not to let me sleep my day away, but that never seems to stop him from sneaking into my phone after he's woken up to turn my alarms off - no matter how many assignments I needed to get done.

Little butthead he is.

I marveled at his perfectly sculpted back as he continued to flip what I thought was a batch of pancakes due to the sweet aroma in the air. I licked my lips as my mouth watered profusely as the delicious smell began encompassing the entire main floor of the house. He side-stepped to the fridge before lazily pulling it, retrieving a half-empty jar of pitted olives - my current re-obsession. He turned on his heels and set them down on the counter in front of me. Leaning over the space between to kiss me softly before I took a seat on one of the barstools. I had to sit slightly angled to whichever side I choose because my belly had become so large that I couldn't sit forward anymore without bumping into the kitchen island.

"Mmmm," I hummed happily as I popped the top off of the jar of perfection at the same time Knox playfully rolled his eyes and turned back around to tend to our breakfast. My cravings have been all over the place lately. According to Knox and one of his books, they were because of my heavily pregnant body's changing nutritional needs for things like dairy and sodium; hence the stash of olives and numerous cartons of ice cream in the freezer.

I affectionately traced a delicate hand over my six-month bump while popping yet another little green sphere into my mouth. Knox set a plate of his "famous hot cakes" as he liked to call him - I never denied the name because he'd only recently learned how to cook them and always got a pride-filled smile on his face whenever he flipped them and they turned out to be perfectly golden - in front of me while simultaneous scrunching his nose up in mild disgust.

"You're lucky I'm hopelessly in love with you. Otherwise I don't know if I could put up with tasting olives every time I've kissed you the last couple of weeks," he teased with a smirk. I pretended to pout before sarcastically flipping him off.

"I bet you these would be good together..." I pondered quietly as my gaze shifted back and forth between the pancakes and my jar of olives.

"You can't be serious right now," Knox stated in disbelief, watching me closely as I caved to curiosity and sprinkled a few olives over the fluffy cakes before flooding the plate in syrup. I lifted a bit to my mouth and moaned in satisfaction. Oh yeah, that hit the spot.

Should I have been disgusted? Probably. Was I going to eat the rest of it despite that? Absolutely. Knox swallowed thickly as he pursed his lips, worried his forehead, and jerked his head back in mortification. He shook his head once before grabbing a banana to slice over the top of his own stack.

"Hey! For the millionth time, it's not my fault that Evangeline and Eleanor seem to love them more than any other food in the world. I swear! It's like it's a food group to these two!" I exclaimed while pointing towards my stomach. Knox abandoned his plate after taking a few large bites and pushed my legs apart before crouching between them, capturing my large belly between his hands.

"Daddy's little princesses," he cooed followed by a few kisses against my tummy. "It's not nice that you punish your daddy by making mommy's breath taste so yucky whenever I kiss her," he lectured, still nuzzling my oversized stomach.