You’re at your girlfriend’s house, the day before your birthday, you were laying on top of Regina. Your head on her chest and your legs in between her legs. Her light gray silk sheets felt nice on your legs. She was fiddling with your hair as she watched the door.

The last time you were here, Henry caught you two sleeping together, so Henry didn’t like you as much as he did before. You grumbled something as Regina held your face and played with your hair.

“Happy birthday my love.”