A/N: I made a headcanon about this at my Henry indie blog last night and felt the need to write it out as a one-shot. So here's my thing for Regina's birthday!

When Regina felt a small body climb onto the bed next to her, she let out a noise of complaint at being woken, but when she felt small arms link around her neck and shoulders and heard a small voice murmur, "Happy Birthday, Momma," a sleepy smile crossed her face and she pressed a kiss to her son's head with a "Thank you, sweetheart."

Henry, a boy of six now, pulled at his mother arm urgently, telling him he had a surprise for her. Regina didn't like surprises but this was her son, the little boy she couldn't deny anything, so she got out of bed and walked downstairs with him. When Henry told her to close her eyes just before they reached the lounge, she did so and when he told her to open her eyes again, it was to find him stood in the centre of the lounge. He threw his arms out wide and cried, "Ta-daaa!"

There were banners reading 'Happy Birthday Momma' in Henry's writing and decorations on the walls and a cake on the table and Regina lets out a gasp, because this must have been quite an effort for a child of Henry's age but he made the effort anyway for her.

She lifts her son up into her arms and presses kisses all over his face, causing Henry to giggle and she looks around again, a watery smile on her face.

"Do you like your surprise, Momma?"

"I do," She nods. "I love it, Henry. But how—-?"

"I saved up my allowance," The little boy says. "And Ruby helped out a little and Granny lent me a step stool." He indicates to the corner of the room where the step stool is folded up.

She smiles at that and holds his head to hers for a moment, just breathing her little boy in. "Thank you, my little prince," Regina says after a short moment. "I love it so much." After she pulls back, she smoothes back Henry's hair and asks, "Shall we change and go to Granny's for pancakes?"

"Okay, but I still think the pancakes you make are better."

Regina chuckles then and kisses his hair, saying, "That's my boy."