His Little Bird

Relinquish

Birdie's POV:

I stare at my stomach in the mirror as I get out of the shower, trying to see if the small bump could possibly be a baby bump.

I know it probably isn't and that I'm hormonal and about to start my period and if I just waited a few days I'd know I wasn't pregnant. I just really want this... almost as badly as I don't.

When he had barged in here, I swear he had found it and was about to demand answers. I don't know what that was about, but for a moment I really thought he knew.

If it was negative, I don't have to tell him about it and I can just move on and never mention it. In a few months maybe I'll bring up kids and see if he would be willing to start trying.

If it's positive... that is the blessing and a curse. Blessing because I'd be pregnant and I'd be a mommy, curse because I don't think Ethan has any interest in being anyone's daddy yet.

I rub my stomach for another moment, drying off and trying to tell if I'm glowing because I'm having good sex, or if I have that mommy glow.

Wrapping my towel around myself, I head to our room to get my robe and the test I wrapped inside it. Yeah, I probably could have found a better hiding place, but I could grab my lingerie for the night and my robe and go change in the bathroom for a while and he wouldn't question it.

All plans are halted when I see him sitting on the bed, hands folded in his lap, cane nowhere to be seen. Neither of us say anything and my eyes draw down to the bed. Besides him my robe is laid out nicely and besides that is the pregnancy test.

Well, fuck...

I gently close the door behind me, knowing things are probably going to get very heated and not between dominant and submissive, but between a husband and his wife.

He extends a hand towards me and I take it hesitantly. I expect to be guided over his knee, but instead he settles me on his thigh, tucking me under his chin.

"You remember we promised to tell one another the truth, not have secrets?"

I nod, tears burning my eyes.

"Yes..."

"When did you get it?" I don't need him to clarify, I know he is talk about the pregnancy test.

"Today, at the grocery store."

"How did you get the money?" He wants to make sure I didn't steal it from him or someone else. He would have given me money if I had asked, I had no doubt, it was a problem if I just took money if I pleased though.

"I asked Marisa for a favor..."

"So she bought it for you... and I assume promised not to tell me about it?" I don't respond, too ashamed to. "Have you been taking your pills or just disposing of them?" He questions, running a gentle hand over my stomach.

"I've been taking them. I messed up twice this month which you know about though."

"I do... Do you believe the test we took before you were branded was faulty?"

"Not really, Sir..." He runs a hand over my head and kisses my crown.

"Just hopeful I suppose then..." I didn't expect him to understand, but it seems he does. I nod timidly, still waiting for his angry outburst.

He picks up the pregnancy test, tuning it over in his hand a few times, making me await his judgment.

"Why?"

"I was kind of just hoping..."

"No... Why wouldn't you tell me?"

"You don't want a baby and I didn't want you to stress out if it was negative and there was nothing to worry about."