His Little Bird

Fizzle

Birdie's POV

He can't just buy a new house.

"That's ridiculous." He raises a brow at me. I sigh, softening my tone, "We don't need a new house."

"I don't think it's that ridiculous. My submissive needs a home and our current home isn't meeting her needs... It makes less sense to keep it. My house is an object, my submissive is my life, Birdie."

"Your house is perfectly fine. It's... nice and you like it. It's your house. I-I'll figure it out."

Silence passes between us for a moment and I have to glance at him to make sure he's still paying attention. I know this isn't the end of this argument and he is going to get his word in.

"I don't want you to figure it out, Birdie... I want us to figure it out." I hum in agreement, hoping he just keeps to at that. "I want us to figure it out by looking at houses on Monday..."

I sigh softly, looking up at him. He's stubborn just like me which annoys me endlessly, but makes me respect him even more because his stubbornness isn't for his own good, but mine.

"Can we please discuss this again later, Master?" I know I'm loosing this argument. I need to collect my thoughts and figure out what I should do.

In one hand a new house sounded fantastic, but in the other I know how guilty I would feel for making him abandon his home. I know what it feels like to have to leave behind ones home and that's not something I wish on him.

"Of course, Birdie. We can talk about it as much as you'd like... it's not going to change my decision though, Little Bird."

"But what if I bring up good points?"

"You're my cunning Little Bird, I don't doubt you will. The facts don't change though Birdie. My house is an meaningless object which protects the things I love and the thing I love can't be inside it which therefore makes it useless."

"It's more complicated than that," I argue.

He hums and then shakes his head. "It really isn't, Birdie. I wasn't born there, my children weren't born there, my wife didn't even loose her virginity there...it has no sentimental or other value to me. Why are you so against this?"

I shut my mouth, looking away.

"It's hard moving away from home..." his fingers brush my cheek as he pushes a strand of hair from my face.

"Home is where the heart is Birdie... your heart is still here—part of it at least. There is nothing for me back home though. You're the soul owner of my heart as cheesy as it sounds."

I smile, playing with his hands.

"I don't mind it when you're cheesy..."

He chuckles and sits up on one arm, looking down at me. He pushes another strand of hair from my face, his expression turning stern as he starts to think again.

"You and I are husband and wife now, Birdie... I know it's hard for you to share with me things about your past, but I need to know some things... It's like flying blind with you sometimes... Will you tell me about your exercises?"

I don't like to talk, or even think about this stuff. I don't like to remember, or be brought back, but I know it's important for me to open up to Ethan.

His fingers are soft on my hip, drawing goosebumps. It's a nice distraction from my thoughts.

I contemplate offering him sex, so that we can forget this conversation, but I'm sore and he probably would just question me afterwards anyways.