UPDATE: Hello hello! If my returning readers are reading this, then you're probably confused as to why I changed the name of my PatF short story... Well I decided to turn it into a one shot series! Hurray! I was inspired by my (anonymous) reviewer, "JazzHands" to continue writing fluffly stories for this wonderful movie. For new viewers, welcome! I hope you enjoy my humble stories. :)

Hey guys! I hope you enjoy this story I wrote that takes place after the movie! The Princess and the Frog is my favorite Disney Princess movie and I decided to write this sweet little oneshot which shows Tiana making amends for a lifelong mistake. I'm sorry if the characters don't seem "in character" for you guys because they don't feel in character for me at all. Although I think that with every fanfic I write.

Please drop in some reviews and let me know what you thought of the story! Much appreciated!

Description: Tiana is to be properly married in a few days back in New Orleans but as she packs her things to move into her new house, she stumbles upon a feeling she hasn't felt in years.

No one could understand how much she missed him every day.

Tiana dropped her cooking books into a box preparing to bring all of her things to the new house she and Naveen purchased and picked up the picture of her daddy. She held his medal of Congressional Honor and squeezed it. He would've been ecstatic to see his little girl married—to a prince no less—and living the dream he had always wished for.

He would've felt so much pride knowing he didn't have to worry about her anymore. After all that voodoo madness she went through in the bayou, she was as sure as a preacher in a church she could handle anything the world gave her.

She smiled and kissed her finger then touched her photographed father's face.

Life is so strange at times. She remembered when her father told her one night to always dream big and work hard to achieve her happiness.

But he always told her to never lose sight of what was important.

Tiana never knew what he meant when he said that… It was understandable, though. She was only a little girl at the time. Little girls don't deeply contemplate the meaning of life and or love and happiness. The only happiness she felt throughout her entire life thus far was cooking with her father, and saving money for her restaurant. But then she met Naveen. Then she was turned into a frog and her father's word became so clear when Dr. Fallicier attempted to trick her into giving him the pendent on that faithful night.

Happiness and love was so much greater than a big ole' restaurant. Without it, nothing in life would've made her happy.

"Daddy, I'm so sorry…" she felt the tears swell in her eyes and she tried to push them away. "I promise I won't ever forget what was really important ever again." The tears Tiana were holding back spilled out and she gave out a muffled sob.

She tightened her hold on her father's medal and leaned her head against her dresser, crying like she hadn't done in over ten years. Just as she was about to let out another sob, she heard footsteps coming closer and closer to her room.

No, no! She can't cry. Not in front of Naveen. If she did, he'll think she's weak—and Tiana would rather die than to be seen as a weak colored woman in New Orleans.

"Achidanza! Tiana, you didn't tell me that your wonderful mother was able to cook almost as well as you, yes?" Naveen opened the door and Tiana straightened herself out and tried to conceal her tears.

Of course Naveen didn't fall for it. His charming smile dropped in an instant once he caught a glimpse of Tiana's red swollen eyes.

"Tiana," Naveen embraced Tiana and pushed a loose strand of her hair out of her face. "Why are you crying?"

So much for being strong.

Tiana tried to hold back the oncoming sobs but she just wasn't able to. All the pain she was hiding away for all those years resurfaced and she couldn't swallow it back down again. Working kept her mind off of the pain she felt whenever she thought of him. But now she owned the restaurant of her—of his dreams. Every time she thought of her restaurant, she thought of him.

Naveen embraced her even tighter and took hold of her clutched hand. He pried opened her hand and took the object she was desperately holding on to out. Once Naveen saw the medal he connected the dots.

"Tiana, he wouldn't had wanted to see his pruto cry, no?"

Tiana pulled away from Naveen's embrace and rubbed her tears away. "I know Naveen, but he meant everythin' to me. I wouldn't be who I am today if it weren't for him." The tears continued to flow.

Naveen cupped Tiana's cheek and wiped away her tears. He leaned down and kissed her. Tiana felt that familiar skip in her heart whenever he kissed her so…so chaste. So charming. "I wouldn't be the man I am today if it weren't for you, amore mio."

Tiana giggled. Regardless of any situation, Naveen was somehow able to insert flattering remarks into it. Naveen was the only one who could easily break the barriers she had built up herself. He turned her tears into laughter.

"Aha! Now there's the Tiana I remember, yes? For a second I thought someone might've put a spell on you to turn you into a boring stick in the mud again! You were unbearable at the start. But my charismatic spell broke through your wicked one and here we are today—"

"Naveen!" Tiana gave her soon-to-be husband a scary—yet playful—glare at him and smacked his arm.

Naveen clutched his arm in exaggeration and said, "Ouch! The Pruto still has strength in her arms, I see."

Tiana broke down laughing and grabbed Naveen into a hug again. She embraced him with a squeeze. She didn't want him to leave. The last time her father left, he never came back. She couldn't allow something like that to happen ever again. She needed Naveen to stay with her forever. Naveen returned Tiana's squeeze with a lighter one of his own for fear of hurting her. They stayed like this for a few moments until their laughter died down.

How was Tiana able to live so many years of her life without this dewdropper prince?

"Tiana?"

Tiana nuzzled her face into Naveen's neck. "Mmhm?"

"Do you think he would've liked me? Your father, that is."

Tiana pulled away and contemplated the question for a while. She knew the answer of course, but what harm is a little joke? Lord knows Naveen does it all the time.

"Maybe." She said.

"What? You're joking, yes? No one—not even you, Tiana—is able to resist the charms of Prince Naveen!" Naveen let go of Tiana and flashed her a melodramatic smile as he turned around to leave her room.

"Wait! Naveen where in the world are you going?" She followed him down the stairs and to the front door.

Before turning the doorknob, Naveen smiled—once again—at Tiana and said, "Why I'm going to ask him, of course!"

Tiana widened her eyes. This was a joke. He was joking. He always joked. "How are you even gonna do that?!"

"Well there's this man down the street who said he could talk to the dead! I'll try my luck over there, yes?" Naveen closed the door in Tiana's face and her jaw dropped.

This was a new level of nonsense that only Prince Naveen of Maldonia could reach. Tiana woke up from the stupor she was in, grabbed her coat, and left the house.

"Hold up Naveen! I ain't gonna have ya mess with that voodoo-whoodoo stuff no more!"

In the corner of the living room inside the house, Eudora saw the entire event that was right before her play out.

"Good Lawd, those grandkids are gonna be a handful!"