A/N: So I saw the Princess and the Frog, and FELL IN LOVE! It's amazing! If you're a Disney fan, and you haven't seen it, get your ass out there and watch it! Watch it several times, in fact! And buy the DVD/Blu-ray. Also, buy the merchandise!

Okay, I'm done. I do not own the Princess and the Frog.

The Glory of Love

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Naveen awoke, as he had every morning for the last week on this ship, to the sound of his wife vomiting in the bathroom of their state room. He sighed, feeling guilty that the trip to his home country was having such an effect on her. He sat up and looked toward the bathroom. The light was on, the door slightly ajar. When the retching had ceased, he called out "Tiana, are you all right?"

"No," came the exhausted relpy. She swaggered back into the cabin, and collapsed onto the bed. Naveen reached out and ran his fingers through her corse curls.

"I'm sorry my darling, I had no idea you got sea sick," he said.

"Yeah well, that makes two of us," she groaned. Naveen clicked his tongue, shaking his head.

"I have not seen you this green since our wedding. You know, the first one."

"Look Naveen, please don't try to be cute. It's six in the morning, I'm puking my guts out, I'm in no mood."

Naveen removed his hand from her hair, and got up. He walked into the bathroom, grabbed a rag, wet it with cold water, wrung it out, and carried it out to Tiana. He carefully placed it over her eyes, and kissed her sweaty forehead.

"Just relax, and wait for it to pass. It usually does by midday, no?" he asked, sitting beside her. She nodded, and pushed her hair away from her face.

"I'm sorry about this, Naveen," she said, lifting the rag slightly, just enough to peer out at her husband.

"Oh sweet, it is not your fault. Rough waters, no?" he said with a grin. "Now how about we try to counter the motion of the ocean, with a little motion of our own?"

"And how exactly do you think that would help me?" she demanded, raising an eyebrow.

"Help you?" he purred, climbing on top of her. She swung at the air until she felt his cheek, then slapped him. He grunted in pain, and rolled off her, onto the floor.

"Sorry Princey, bank's closed."

"Oh come on, I was just teasing," he said, rubbing his sore cheek. He got to his feet, went over to the dresser, and pulled out his clothes for the day.

"I'm going down to breakfast, do you want something?" he asked as he buttoned his shirt.

"Cup of tea would be lovely, thanks." He nodded, and slipped his shoes on. As he knelt to tie them, she asked, "How much longer until we dock in Maldonia?"

"Three more days. Then I'll scoop you up and carry you off the ship, and your miserable seasickness will be over."

"Until we leave at the end of the summer."

"Ah, but you will have had such a wonderful time, you'll have forgotten all about it."

"You think your people will like me?"

"Of course! What's not to love?"

"Well I'm probably not what they were expecting in a princess. A poor American girl, who actually works for a living..."

"Tiana my love, you sell yourself short. You are far better than some fluffy princess, you're..."

"Practically one of the guys?" she said coyly.

"Smart, resourceful, compassionate, and you have fiery temper and a mean left hook. You can really level with the people, the everyman, and that will make you a great princess, and possibly one day a great queen." Naveen stood up, leaned over, and kissed his princess gently on the lips. "Now rest. I'll be back with your tea soon."

He left the room, and Tiana smiled. Nervous as she was at the prospect of her first official appearance as a Princess of Maldonia, Naveen always knew just what to say to calm her down a little bit.

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A/N: Well that was my first chapter. I hope it wasn't too bad. I'm really nervous about Tiana and Naveen being too out of character, so please review and let me know what you think. Sorry it's so short, next time will be longer.

Abinaza, until chapter 2.