I wrote this for the Domesticity prompt of Outlaw Queen Week on Tumblr the other day, thought I'd put it up here for you guys to read.

Also, I'm making this into an Outlaw Queen one-shot series so if anyone wants to send me prompts, you can do so at my Tumblr (link is on my profile) and I will write a one-shot for you and publish it here.

Let me know what you think!

-B

The smell of something sweet filtered into her room as the morning sunlight shone through her window. Eyes still closed, Regina stretched on the bed, her arm reaching to her left, only to find that the spot next to her was empty. She furrowed her brow and then opened her eyes, looking around the room for him, but he was nowhere to be found.

"Robin?" she called out tentatively. No answer.

Slowly, she sat up, rubbing her eyes before she lifted the covers and got out of bed, pulling on her robe as she headed downstairs and into the kitchen. There, she found Roland adding blueberries to a bowl of pancake batter while Henry flipped a perfect, golden pancake out of a pan and into the rapidly growing pile that sat on a plate near the toaster.

"Morning, mom! Happy birthday!" he said when he saw her standing by the kitchen door, dropping the spatula he was holding and running to her.

"What's all this?" she asked after being bulldozed by the two boys, who hugged her and sang a quick and very off-key rendition of the birthday song to her.

"We wanted to make you birthday breakfast!" Roland said excitedly.

"It was Robin's idea," Henry said, grinning at his mother as he watched her pick a blueberry from the plate Roland had left on the counter and pop it in her mouth.

"Was it?" she asked suspiciously, "where is he, then?"

"I may have thrown him out of the kitchen," Henry said innocently.

"Henry! why did you do that?" she asked, her voice stern.

"He burned the pancakes!" Roland's laughing voice intervened, and Regina widened her eyes at him before she shook her head, a smile tugging at her lips.

"I'm sorry, but he's useless in the kitchen," Henry said.

"It's true! He burned his hand, too!" Roland supplied with a chuckle.

"What? What happened?" Regina was worried for a second, but Henry smirked, trying very hard to contain his laughter.

"Just a minor burn. For what it's worth, I did tell him not to pick the pancake off the pan with his bare hand, but he was too stubborn," he managed to say through barely concealed amusement. Regina couldn't help but grin, shaking her head again as she grabbed the spatula Henry had left on the counter and went to flip the pancake that was in the pan, but her son stopped her before she could get too close, taking the spatula from her and shooing her out of the kitchen.

"No, no helping. It's your birthday, we're spoiling you," he said as he gently shoved her out the door, Roland giggling as he watched them.

Regina smiled to herself as she walked to the living room, looking out the window at the crisp, cold morning that greeted her.

She sensed him before she heard him come in, and then she closed her eyes and sighed as she felt his arms wrap around her from behind, his lips planting a tiny kiss on her neck before he moved to rest his chin on her shoulder, taking a deep breath with his nose buried in her hair.

"Happy birthday, m'lady," he whispered, his arms squeezing her just a little tighter as he spoke.

"Thank you," she said as she turned in his arms and looked up at him, instantly getting lost in his eyes before he closed them and bent down to kiss the tip of her nose. His hands left her waist to grab her by the elbows, moving her with him as he walked backwards towards the nearby coffee table, and that's when she noticed the huge bouquet of long-stem white roses that sat there, making her gasp.

"Are those for me?" she asked him in a whisper.

"Of course, your majesty," he replied, winking at her as he bowed. Moving closer to Regina, he cupped her cheek with his hand, loving the way she leaned into his touch and closed her eyes, as if reveling in the feel of him. He leaned closer, his lips barely an inch from hers.

"Breakfast is ready, guys!" interrupted Henry's voice from the kitchen, startling them both, and Robin grinned sheepishly at her.

"I was supposed to be in charge of that," he said, and she stared at him.

"The boys said you burned your hand, does it hurt?" she asked, genuinely worried as he lifted his hand and showed her the angry red scar on his wrist, right by his lion tattoo.

"Not to worry, it's my pride that's hurt, more than anything else. It looks worse than it is, really," he said, not really paying it any mind, but Regina didn't let go of his hand even as he tried to bring it back down to her waist. Instead, she took it in both of hers and planted a kiss on the scar, making him smile tenderly at her.

"Mom! Robin! What's taking you so long?" came Henry's voice again.

"Yeah, we're staaaarving!" Roland called out, and Robin laughed quietly as he touched his forehead to hers.

"Let's go, you know how they get when they're 'staaaarving'," she said, imitating Roland's exaggerated pronunciation of the word with a roll of her eyes. Robin laughed as she started walking back towards the kitchen.

"Wait!" he said, making her stop in her tracks as he hurried to her and crashed his lips to hers, his fingers threading in her hair.

"Happy birthday," he said when he pulled away, planting another short kiss on her lips when she beamed at him. He took her hand as they both headed back into the kitchen to enjoy their breakfast.