A/N: Here's chapter 5. Thank you all for reading and reviewing!

I do not own The Princess and the Frog.

The Glory of Love

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Tiana woke up to the sound of a ukulele being played. She opened one eye, and saw her husband laying back, strumming his favorite instrument, chewing on a piece of straw. He looked over at her, and said with a grin, "Well good morning, Princess!"

"How long was I asleep?" she asked groggily, sitting up and rubbing her eyes.

"A few hours. You both slept right through three stops," Naveen said, setting his ukulele down beside him. 'Both?' she thought. She looked over at where Avram had been sitting when she fell asleep. The seven year old was curled up in a ball, fast asleep, with Naveen's jacket thrown over him. She uttered a soft sigh.

"So where are we now?"

"About half an hour or so away from Zulima," he said with a shrug. Tiana looked around and saw several small crates that had been piled in the wagon while she had been asleep. She did actually feel a little better, she had to admit. Naveen had been right about that nap. She pulled off the blanket, and used it to cover up her little brother in law.

Naveen picked up his ukulele again, and started playing Gin House Blues, one of his favorites.

"Naveen?"

"Yes?" he said, not looking at her.

"Where did you get that thing?"

"Well you see, three years ago my family took a trip to New York..."

"No no no!" Tiana snapped, rolling her eyes at him, "Why is it here? Where were you keeping it?"

"In my suitcase," he said, as though it should have been obvious. "What did you think I had in there?"

"Oh I don't know, maybe clothes? What happened to the ones we had in the stateroom with us?"

"Half of them are in mine, the other are in yours."

"Oh perfect, now everything is gonna be all wrinkled..." she moaned. He chuckled, and put down the instrument again. He reached out, wrapped his arms around her, and pulled her to him.

"You, my fair princess, are a worry wart."

"Oh dry up," she said, struggling a little bit in his grasp. He squeezed her tightly. "I'd watch out if I were you, I might throw up on you if you squeeze too tight."

"Give me a kiss, and I will let you go," he said, resting his chin on her head. She continued to fight against his grasp for a few moments, then relented, and craned her neck upward to give him a quick peck on the lips. He grinned that infuriatingly cocky grin of his, but released her. She turned around and punched him playfully in the arm. She snuggled up to him, smiling contently.

"You're something else, you know that?" she asked, inhaling his scent. His normal musky smell was blended in with sweat and straw, and the effect was rather intoxicating.

"Is that why you get insanely jealous when you see me with another pretty girl?" he asked slyly. She felt her face growing hot.

"Jealous? I'm sure I have no idea what you're talking about..."

"Apia?" he said simply.

"Was it really that obvious?"

"You looked like you were going to stab her. Not that I mind, mind you. When you are jealous, it is very gratifying."

She laughed. "You're also downright skeevy. But fine, I was a little bit jealous. I thought she might have been an old girlfriend."

"Oh no, no! Trust me, you will know an old girlfriend when you meet one. And you will probably meet at least one..."

"Good to know..." she said, sitting straight up again. Her smile had vanished completely. He gave her a look, and pulled her back over to him.

"Now now. You know I have eyes only for you..." he said kissing her temple. She sighed again, and lay her head on his shoulder.

They sat there in silence for a while. Tiana gave his hand a little squeeze, which he returned. The green fields passed by them and became a small town as they rattled down the road. They were soon starting up a large hill. Naveen turned around and pointed towards the top excitedly.

"Once we reach the top, you will see all of Zulima and Calkirii," he said excitedly. Tiana had to suppress a laugh at his giddiness. He was like a little kid at Christmas. She turned around to face foreward. They continued to ascend, until they had reached the top.

"Achidanza!" Tiana exclaimed. Naveen laughed out loud at his wife's exclamation.

The view was amazing. Below was a vast city, built into a cliff. The buildings, like the others she had seen, were made of white stone. Beyond it was the sea, white sails dotted across it. Even further than that was an island, with another city, and jutting up from the horizen, was an enormous castle, gleaming in the setting sun. It was easily the most majestic sight Tiana had ever seen.

The wagon starting descending down the steep and winding hill. The sudden decline made her stomach plummet, but she shook it off, and kept admiring the view, which didn't become less impressive as they drove into the city of Zulima. It seemed more modern than the countryside they had been traveling through, there were cars here, more shops, and people were dressed in the latest fashions. It was similar to New Orleans, but different too. There was no Jazz floating through the air, no smog masking the scent of the sea air. The streets were not as crowded, although this might have been attributed to the slowly approaching twilight.

Naveen was putting his ukulele back into his suitcase, and Tiana reached over to wake Avram. The boy was slow to rise, but became excited when he realized where they were. She folded up the blanket, and stuffed Naveen's jacket into her suitcase. They came to a stop outside a stable, and jumped out. They thanked their driver, who bowed low in response. They started off down the red cobblestone road, Naveen holding his brother's hand, dragging the still groggy child along.

They passed what looked like a church, Tiana glanced upward to the clock tower and noticed the time. "Um, Naveen?"

"Yes?"

"Wasn't that ferry supposed to leave at seven?"

"Yes, why do you ask?" He said, unconcerned.

"Because it's two minutes until seven!" she exclaimed.

"What!" he yelled, looking at the clock. His eyes grew wide, and he suddenly scooped up Avram, and started running. Tiana followed him, staying on his heels. They tore through the streets for what seemed like the thousandth time that day, dodging the passersby on the street. Naveen jumped a low fence, and ran through a yard. Tiana followed suit, reluctantly. She caught a glare from someone standing there, taking their laundry off the line.

They came to the edge of the city, and met with a cliff. Naveen ran down the steep stairs descending down to the docks where the boats were starting to come in. Tiana had to slow down as she climbed downward after her husband, finally reaching the bottom just as the clock started to chime seven o'clock. She searched for her husband in the now busy docks, finally finding him running up to the edge of one dock. As she drew nearer, she could see him and Avram yelling and waving their arms at a boat that was making it's way across the strip of sea, towards the island.

"Faldi Faldonza!" she heard Naveen yell in frustration as she finally caught up with them.

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A/N: Wow, they missed their ferry. Who could have foreseen this? What will our young royals do now?

Sorry for a rather boring chapter, but in the next one we learn more about Naveen's past in Maldonia, and meet some more Maldonians, so that should be more interesting. I wanted to give Tiana and Naveen some fluff while Avram was asleep. They're a lot of fun to write, what with their clashing personalities, and different backgrounds and what not.

Until next time my friends, thank you for reading! Abinaza.