A/N: Here's chapter 6. Thank you all for reading and reviewing!

I do not own The Princess and the Frog.

The Glory of Love

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"Well, that's just great, Naveen!" Tiana snapped, throwing her bags to the ground. "What are we going to tell your parents?"

"Calm down, Tiana! Let me think for a minute..."

"Calm down? No, I won't calm down!" she screeched, "What are we supposed to do? There goes the ferry! What, are we going to swim?"

Naveen looked out at the island in the distance, a wild gleam in his eyes. Tiana spotted it and hissed, "Absolutely not!"

"It is not that far..." he mused.

"Naveen!"

"All right, all right, no swimming. I suppose we will just have to spend the night here..."

"And tell your mother what?" Tiana demanded.

"The truth... it is not as though she was not expecting it."

"Why don't we just ask one of them to take us over?" Avram suddenly chimed in, pointing towards the boats that were docking. Naveen waved to one of the men getting off one boat. The man started to wave back, then shot Naveen an icy glare and turned around pointedly.

"Uh... I think we should just stay here. I know a good inn," Naveen said, pulling Avram away from the fisherman. Tiana picked up the bags, and followed them. They caught a few more cold stares as they made their way back towards the city. They reached the steep stone steps, and began slowly working their way to the top.

"Why were those men looking at you like that, Naveen?" Tiana asked when they were halfway up. She had not realized before how worn out she really was, and now her body was objecting most fervently to climbing up these steps.

"Well you see... umm... some of them happen to be fathers..." he stammered, as he picked up his brother again. The seven year old was having a hard time scaling the steep incline.

"What does that have to do with any..." she started to retort, then she remembered her husband's supposed romantic history. She had always thought he was exaggerating just a bit about the number of women he had been with, but it was starting to look as though every word had been true. "Oh for the love of..." she muttered as they finally reached the top. She collapsed to the ground, gasping and moaning. Naveen set down Avram and sat beside her.

"I am sorry for this, Tiana. I just..."

"It's fine," she muttered, burying her head into his shoulder. Avram sat down in her lap, and lay back into her.

"No, it really isn't. You are not feeling well, and I am dragging all around creation..."

"It's fine!" she insisted, running her fingers through Avram's hair. "What are we going to do now?"

Naveen sighed with relief, and kissed the top of her head. "Like I said, I know a decent inn, so we will stay there for tonight, and catch the first ferry tomorrow morning." He got to his feet, and held out his hand to her. Avram jumped off her lap, and she took his hand. He pulled her to her feet, and she brushed herself off. Naveen picked up their bags and they started off through the city again. Naveen certainly knew his way around, she noticed. He must have spent a lot of time here in the past, because personal experience had taught her that her husband typically had a horrible sense of direction. Or maybe that only applied to him when he was back home in New Orleans...

They soon came to a large two story building, with music pouring out of an open window. Naveen opened the door for her and Avram, and they stepped inside. The lobby of the hotel was small and cramped, and loud. A door on the left side of the room opened up into a crowded pub. The front desk was sitting beside a winding staircase leading to the dark upper story.

Naveen walked up to the desk and rang the small bell that sat there. A pretty young woman with waist length straight hair came from the pub and stepped behind it. She looked up at Naveen and scowled. He smiled hesitantly, and nodded to her.

"Famka..." he greeted her nervously. The woman narrowed her eyes in response. Tiana cleared her throat. She turned her gaze to Tiana and pursed her lips. She slammed a book down on the counter, opened it up, and thrust a pen to Naveen. He took it and filled out the line on the page she had opened to. Famka then reached behind her and grabbed a key, which she handed to Tiana. She said something to Naveen in Maldonian, and then stormed back into the pub.

"De Schaze..." Tiana called. The girl didn't acknowledge her. "Was that one of them?" she asked Naveen.

"One of what?" Naveen asked, looking confused. He thought for a moment, and comprehension dawned on his face. "Oh... yes that was of them."

"What happened between you two?" she demanded, heading for the stairs.

"I'll tell you another time," Naveen said. They started up the staircase, but a shout from the pub caught Naveen's attention. He stopped and listened carefully.

"Naveen, are you all right?" Tiana asked. She turned around and gave his shoulder a little shake. Another shout came, and Naveen grinned. He seized Tiana's hand, and dragged her back down the stairs and into the doorway of the bar. He scanned the crowd for a moment.

"Naveen, I'm tired. I don't want to..." she began, but Naveen had found who he was looking for. He cupped his mouth and shouted "Marcello!"

A young man sitting in the corner looked around. Naveen waved to him, and he grinned and made his way over to them.

"Naveen!" he shouted as he hugged the prince warmly. The two conversed in Maldonian for a few minutes while Tiana and Avram stood there. Avram was smiling at the young man, so he obviously knew him, Tiana thought, tapping her foot.

After a few moments, Naveen pushed Tiana foreward and said "Tiana, this is Marcello Du Ezpasita, my oldest friend. Marcello, this my beloved, my Evangeline, Tiana."

"Pleased to meet you, Tiana," Marcello greeted her with a soft, heavily accented voice. She smiled as he took her hand and placed a small kiss on her knuckles. She began to squirm, however, as he started kissing her palm, then her wrist, and to her forearm, working his way up to her elbow, before Naveen finally cleared his throat in annoyance.

"Glad to meet you, Mr. Du Ezpasita," She said with a small curtsy. She looked the young man before over. He was not as tall as Naveen, nor as dark. He had unruly dark hair that looked as though it had never been combed, a thin beard, and wide dark eyes that had a wild, yet good natured glimmer to them.

"Please, call me Marcello, dearest Princess. And I apologize for my behavior, it will take some time to get used to Naveen having a wife."

"That's okay," she said as Naveen put his arm around her possessively.

"Just get used to it soon," Naveen growled. Marcello laughed uneasily.

"So when did you arrive?" he asked, giving Avram a small wink. The boy giggled and waved.

"This morning. We missed the ferry, and are staying here for the night," Tiana answered.

"Are you staying as well?" Naveen asked.

"No, no, no! I will be heading home as soon as I lose this game," Marcello laughed.

"Marcello Du Ezpisita leaving a pub before nine o'clock? My, things have changed since I have been gone!" Naveen exclaimed.

"I have you to thank for that. My father has decided to take a page from your parents. He says that if I do not change my ways, he is going to cut ME off," Marcello said, his smile gone now.

Now it was Naveen's turn to look uneasy. "Well that is too bad..." he said, looking around uncomfortably.

"No matter, he is right I suppose," Marcello's smile was back now. "Why don't you all come and stay at our house instead of this drafty inn?"

"No, no. We're already checked in. Thank you though!" Tiana said cheerfully.

"Are you sure?"

"Oh yes. I would have to face Famka again if we were to leave now," Naveen said. Marcello's eyes grew wide.

"You met up with Famka?" he asked with a shudder. "I'm going back to my game before she emerges with the meat cleaver..."

"Oh you are very funny," Naveen said sarcastically. "Very witty. I will see you another time, my friend, Abinaza!" He waved as Marcello turned and edged his way back to his game.

"So he's your friend?" Tiana asked as they started up the stairs again. Naveen nodded.

"One of my very best. He is Conte Du Ezpisita's son, who is a very good friend of my father's, so we have known each other forever." They came to the top, and Naveen started down the dark hallway. They came to a door at the very end of the hall. Tiana handed him the key, and he opened the door.

The room was small, but clean. It was decorated all in blue, from the walls, to the bedspread, to the armchair sitting in the corner. They set their bags down on the bed, and opened them up. Naveen handed Avram a shirt of his.

"Put this on, you can wear it tonight," he ordered. The boy nodded, and went into the ajoining bathroom to change. When he had closed the door, Tiana and Naveen began removing their own clothes.

"So what happened between you and that girl downstairs?" Tiana asked.

"Who, Famka?"

"That's the only girl we met downstairs..."

"Well you see, we had a... relationship a few years back. It did not end well."

"So what happened?"

"Bielka happened," he said, pulling on his pajama pants.

"Bielka?"

"Yes. Bielka, Famka's sister."

"Ah. Girls don't like it when you go with their sisters after you're done with them," she said wisely.

"And they really do not like it when you go with them before you are done with them." Tiana's eyes grew wide.

"You did what!"

"I could not help myself! She was so pretty, and she came on so strong... and she was a very good kisser..."

"You are unbelievable!" she said, turning down the covers and crawling into the bed. He followed suit, and leaned over and kissed her temple.

"Come on now, I was seventeen, and I had not met you yet," he said, wrapping his arms around her. She pushed him off.

"Not tonight, Naveen."

"You can not possibly be angry with me! I would never do something like that now!"

"No it's not that. I don't think your brother would appreciate it..." As if on cue, Avram came back into the room, his hands buried in the sleeves of Naveen's shirt. Tiana patted the bed between her and Naveen and he jumped up and crawled over. He lay down, and Tiana pulled the blankets up to cover them. She lay down herself, and Avarm scooted closer and snuggled into Tiana. Naveen groaned, but lay down too. He could not be sure, but he was certain he saw Avram shoot him an evil grin as he closed his eyes...

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A/N: I am really surprised that so many people like this! Pleasantly surprised, mind you, but surprised none the less. Thank you all so much for reading and reviewing this.

See you in chapter 7!