Hey guys! Sorry for not posting in ages. You see, I haven't gotten any ideas to write anything TPATF related in ages. I kinda had a dry moment for a while. Anyways, I was thinking of ending this small collection because I never intended for it to be long. However, the fact that I still get reviews and favorites on this work is really amazing me. I never thought that TPATF community was still this strong after so many years! I now decided that I will keep this little project I have going. :)

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Expect more stories, guys! I had a break and I'm ready to go!

It was just one of those days where they felt like doing nothing.

The windows were open letting in the summer breeze. The humming of the radio was the only source of sound that entered their ears. Tiana had to close the restaurant for the day because of much needed maintenance. Louis got a little carried away and well… he broke the stage while doing one of his infamous solos. Naveen—well, Naveen never typically had much to do besides help Tiana at the restaurant.

So when she had nothing to do, he had nothing to do.

Tiana gazed up at Naveen. He had his eyes closed. He always looked so peaceful whenever he was awake or asleep. It made Tiana quite jealous sometimes, honestly. The reality of life never really bothered him to the extent it bothered her. He was so carefree… what did he ever see in someone so uptight like her?

Naveen wasn't ever one for tough questions. Might as well start small.

She leaned up on her arm and gave Naveen's stomach a quick poke. He jumped.

"No, I'm sorry!" Naveen said.

Tiana raised an eyebrow and giggled. "Sorry? Sorry for what?"

Naveen looked around and came to his senses. He looked at Tiana and smiled. "Ah, it's nothing Tiana. Just a dream."

"A dream? About who?"

"Well, about you, of course, my pruta." Naveen turned towards Tiana and pushed a stray strand of her hair back.

She laughed. "I musta been madder than my momma when I ignored her as a little girl to have ya apologizin' like that." Tiana turned onto her back. "What did you do this time, Naveen?"

"I lied to you."

Tiana stared at him. His expression was solemn.

"I am so terribly afraid of you seeing me as some sort of—oh, what is the word?—vagabond. Someone who isn't responsible. In this dream, I went back to my old ways and was…unfaithful to you. I begged for your forgiveness but you just left the house without saying a single word." He took a hold of Tiana's hand and caressed it. "Oh, Tiana, I am so afraid of messing up and making a complete fool of myself because I don't want you to think you married the wrong man."

Huh. Guess she misjudged him after all. Guess he was able to have deep conversations.

Tiana sighed. "Naveen," she sat up and gave him a look that could bring the president to his knees in fear. "I don't want you to ever think so lowly of yourself ever again. You are not the same spoiled prince I first met nor will you ever be him again. And if you ever are unfaithful, God help me because just so you know, I ain't gonna put up with that so don't let all that dreamin' get into your head—"

Naveen cut her off with a chaste kiss. Tiana's stomach flipped. How was he able to still have such a profound effect on her after six months of marriage? She grabbed a fistful of his hair from the back of his head and pulled him closer. She could feel his lips curling upwards into that stupid smug grin of his.

She pulled back. "Now what's so funny, prince charmin'?"

"You are."

Tiana smiled and embraced him. She nuzzled her face into the crook of his neck.

"Hey Naveen?" She loosened her hold on him.

She heard Naveen hum in reply.

Like she mentioned earlier, having a deep conversation with Naveen was rare—it scared her actually. So to lighten the mood, she asked, "What's your favorite color?"

"Green."

"Green?!" She pulled back.

Naveen wiggled his eyebrow seemingly knowing where the conversation was headed. He's lying. He's got to be lying. This was just a cruel way of calling back to their adventures in the bayou. Tiana crossed her arms.

"Faldi faldonza… it all makes sense now!" He waved his arm around as if he realized the answer to life's greatest mystery. "Since you were a green frog, I fell in love with you faster because it is my favorite color! Yes, yes, it is all clear now!" He grabbed Tiana's shoulders. "Tiana, isn't this wonderful?!"

Tiana's eyes widened in shock. No, no, no. This was just too coincidental to be true. It's crazy that Naveen's favorite color is also…

"Oh?" Naveen caught on. "What is your favorite color, my angel?" His smug was getting larger.

She had to act fast!

"You know, my daddy always told me that nothin' is better than a big ole' ice cream cone on a hot day. I'm gonna go get one." She got up from the bed and did not look back or stop for anything.

She heard Naveen's footsteps behind her.

"Ah, so your favorite color is green! Aha! You see? We were always meant to be! You cannot fool me, Tiana. I always see you wearing green. You are not good at keeping secrets, my dear."

"Oh really? Okay, whatever makes you happy, Naveen."

Keep walking, Tia, keep walking.

"Okay. It makes me happy to know that your favorite color is also mine."

"Whatever makes you sleep at night."

"I already have you for that, Tiana."

She sighed again and gave out a face palm. "Oh good Lordy…"

What was she going to do with this man? Better question is—how did she live so long without him?