So this chapter is dedicated to AlphaLuna87 with the prompt: "How about Henry and Emma try to make Regina breakfast in bed, but it goes terribly wrong and Regina has to save the day." I know that your prompt said that it was for her birthday, but I'm trying to stick to accuracy and their actual birthdays.

Regina woke up to an empty bed, which never happened. She was usually the early riser, not Emma. Emma slept like the dead.

Stretching, Regina slowly got out of bed. There was some strong magic in the room, but she couldn't figure out what it was. Not yet anyway.

Reluctantly taking off her covers, she walked over to the door. Maybe Emma was downstairs and had made some kind of magical mess. Magic still wasn't her strong suit.

Regina opened the door, only to be stopped by a magical barrier. "What the hell?" Regina tried to use magic to bring the barrier down, but found that she couldn't. "Blood magic."

"I may have found some of your spell books last night," Emma admitted guiltily, walking up to the door.

"How?" Regina asked. "My vault is sealed with blood magic."

"And Zelena is related to you by blood," Emma said, smirking. "She jumped at the opportunity to help lock you up."

"Of course she did," Regina mumbled. "So why are you locking me up?"

"Because you're going to get back into bed, and Henry and I are going to make you breakfast," Emma said.

"You and Henry?" Regina asked. "Cooking? I don't like that idea very much."

Emma waved her hand dismissively. "It'll be fine. We can cook. Now get back into bed."

Regina sighed before trudging back to her bed in defeat. "I don't know why you're doing this," she said. "It's not like it's a special occasion today."

"I know," Emma said. "But it's just a little thing to let you know that I love you. I don't cook for just anyone."

Regina smiled. "I would kiss you, but there's a magical barrier in my way."

"And it's staying there," Emma said, smiling at her knowingly.

Regina sighed dramatically before lying back against her pillows. "Fine."

"So how are we going to do this?" Henry asked. "What are we going to make?"

"If we do it right, we should be making apple pancakes," Emma said.

"If we do it right," Henry said. "I hope you realize that both of us aren't very good in the cooking department.

Emma shrugged as she started to gather ingredients. "I have faith in us."

Henry sighed and started to get measuring cups out. "We're going to burn down this whole kitchen."

"Stay positive," Emma teased.

"Okay, I'm positive we're going to burn down this whole kitchen," Henry said.

Emma laughed. "Let's just try."

"Maybe we can start on something a little easier?" Henry suggested. "Like toast? Toast would be good. Everybody likes toast."

Emma rolled her eyes. "Fine. We can do toast. If that goes well, then we can try the pancakes."

Henry nodded before grabbing the bread. "We can do toast. No problem."

"We can't do toast," Henry said.

Emma sighed as she pulled the 10th pair of bread slices out of the toaster. They were burnt. Again.

"Now what?" Emma asked.

"Maybe we should let Mom come down," Henry said. "All of us are hungry, and this is a disaster."

"But she was supposed to have breakfast in bed," Emma pouted, glaring at the burnt toast.

Henry laughed. "She'll appreciate the sentiment."

Emma sighed. "Fine." She trudged upstairs, still pouting as she took down the barrier to her and Regina's bedroom.

"You seem to be without a tray," Regina said, smirking. "Does this mean that you've given up?"

"How'd you know that things were going badly?" Emma asked.

"I could smell the burnt toast," Regina said, getting off of the bed. "I do appreciate the sentiment, but you can't cook."

Emma looked down at her feet. "I know. But I wanted to try something special."

Regina tilted Emma's face up so their eyes met. "And I love that you wanted to. But we're all starving, and I hardly doubt that any of us want to eat burnt toast."

"Yeah, you're right," Emma said.

"Of course I am," Regina teased, kissing her. "Now let's go have some apple pancakes. Made by me."