His Little Bird

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Ethan's POV:

I open my eyes and yawn, looking up at the bare ceiling. My mind drifts to my Little Bird in the other room. I look over at the clock, trying to decide if I should get her up now.

It's fairly early, but I usually get up early... I'm trying to train her, but I don't think it would be a good idea to change her sleep schedule around. She doesn't do good when she is tired, the other night made that obvious enough.

As important as it is for her to keep her emotions and behavior in control even when she is tired, it's not fair for me to set her up for failure. Submissives need more sleep, so I need to be flexible.

I roll out of bed, sitting on the edge of the mattress. I twiddle my thumbs, trying to decide what to do.

Shower?

I might wake her up, but I'll probably end up getting up before her anyways. This will help train her to go back to sleep if I get up early in the morning.

I shuffle down the hall with a small yawn. I left my bedroom door last night, so I walk right in, not having to worry about the door creaking.

Birdie is on her side where I left her last night. Her binding is still secured around her wrist, making pride blossom inside me.

Good girl.

I shuffle into the bathroom, carefully shutting the door behind me. I move around quietly as I shower and get ready for the day.

When I come out, Birdie is still fast asleep. She hasn't moved an inch and I can tell she is a good sleeper.

When I finish dressing, Birdie starts to stir. I smile softly and check my watch, figuring she's gotten plenty of sleep by now.

I crawl up on the bed, easing myself behind her. I gently hold her to my body, kissing the back of her neck. She groans softly and shifts in my arms, waking up as I pepper kisses all over her.

My palm flattens against her stomach, soaking up her heat. I wish I had stayed undressed at this moment, wanting nothing more than for her warm body to be pressed against mine.

"Good morning, Little Bird." She lets out a sound acute to that of a moan. "It is time to get up."

I tug on the ends of the bow, letting it unravel, freeing her wrists. "You were such a very good girl last night. Did you sleep okay?" She fell asleep quickly to my pleasure. I had expected more of a fight from her.

Her face scrunches cutely as she wakes up. She whimpers and my stomach twists in concern. "You okay, Little Bird? What's wrong?"

Tears well in her eyes before they start to pour over. "My tummy."

Her tummy?

"What? What's wrong with your tummy? Do I need to call an ambulance? How bad is it? Do you have food poisoning—"

"Cramps."

Cramps?

Period cramps?

"Will a bath feel good, Little Bird?" She curls up into a small ball, nodding her head.

I've never had to take care of a female on their monthly before. This is a very frightening experience.

I wanted to have her come to my house to serve me, so I could see how she works. This plan has backfired on me because now I have to prove to her that I can provide and care for her.

Birdie cries, curled up in this tiny little ball. I quickly get out of bed, coming to pick her up. She stays curled, making it very hard to maneuver her in my arms.