Regina awoke to harsh light hitting her eyes. She rolled over, expecting to make contact with the warm body of Emma Swan, to protect her from the offending light. She found cold sheets instead.

Sitting up, she looked around the room. She panicked a little when she noticed that Emma's clothes were gone, regaining her composure when she saw the red leather jacket that her lover was so fond of, draped over a chair, her boots next to it.

It was then that the door opened, revealing the Sheriff carrying a tray of food, Henry close behind her.

"Good morning." Emma smiled.

Regina furrowed her brows, confused. "Morning. What's all this?" The tray was set down on the bedside cabinet, and Emma climbed on the bed next to her lover, wrapping an arm around her waist.

"Happy Birthday, mom!" Henry said excitedly, jumping onto the bed and handing her a messily wrapped present.

"It's my birthday?" She frowned down at the gift for a moment before picking up her phone, checking the date. "Well, so it is." She smiled. "I suppose I should tear this open then."

Carefully breaking the tape seals, she slid the gift from it's packaging. "Madame Bovary by Gustave Flaubert. Henry, how on earth did you know?"

"Emma snuck a look at the list of books you wanted to own and read. She bought it for me, and I wrapped it. Do you like it?"

"Yes, Henry, I love it, thank you." She kissed him on the head.

"Now, Gina, I want you to eat this breakfast in bed, as I still have some finishing touches to put on the cake. Don't worry about getting crumbs everywhere, I'll tidy up and everything."

"What kind of cake is it?"

Emma smirked. "Red velvet. Your favourite." Regina's face lit up.

"Pass me the breakfast before it gets cold."