Author's Note: So I was playing "Baby Mine" from Dumbo on my piano-you may all gasp here at my musical abilities-and for some reason...THIS came into my head. I intend for this to be a oneshot but MAYBE it can be continued into a short story. Happy Valentine's Day!

Couples poured into Tiana's Palace on Valentine's Day. It looked more like Charlotte La Bouff's Palace with all the pink decorations. Naveen had made gagging noises for days over all the fuss, but even he succumbed to the madness. That morning, Tiana had woken to the lovely surprise of a new necklace: gold chain, and a little golden heart with little emeralds and diamonds accenting it. She let him put it on her and the two spent a little longer in bed that morning than they normally did.

Even with the mass of couples pouring in through the doors, there were people there for reasons other than Valentine's Day. Sometimes, little girls would come in for birthday parties, and these parties were just made all the more exciting by the presence of an actual princess. So Tiana found herself around noon, putting the last party crown on a decorated table when the girls for the party rushed in through the door.

"Oh, my! This place is so pretty!"

"Look at that chandelier!"

"When I grow up, I want my own restaurant!"

"Is that an alligator playing a trumpet?"

"All the food smells so good!"

Behind the girls, was a woman pushing a baby carriage. Tiana smiled at all of them. "Hey, y'all!" she greeted. "I'm Princess Tiana. Which one of you is the birthday girl?"

All the girls pointed to a brunette in pigtails, who was raising her hand.

"Me, me!" she cried. "I'm the birthday girl! I'm Johanna and I'm seven today. That's my Mama and my baby sister Georgia Leigh." Johanna curtsied to Tiana and all of her friends did the same. They all sat down at the table. With Tiana, there were seven of them. The exact age as Johanna. They put on their party crowns, feeling like real princess, even while slurping away at gumbo.

Naveen strolled over to them and kissed Tiana on the cheek. "Hello, girls," he greeted.

"Hi!" they chorused back. Two of the girls giggled into their napkins at the sight of Naveen.

"How is the party going?" he asked.

"It's going just fine, sweetie," Tiana replied, patting his hand.

"Would you mind if I joined you?" he asked, gesturing to the table.

"No!" all the girls protested.

"This a girls party! No boys allowed!" a redhead insisted. Naveen feigned shock.

"What? No boys? Tiana, help me out!"

Tiana waved at him. "Bye, Naveen!" Naveen narrowed his eyes.

"Very well, then. You girls enjoy your party. I will be upstairs filing these papers." He waved a stack of papers at them and then kissed his wife again. The girls all made sounds of disgust.

"Nobody likes me today," Naveen sighed and then strolled past them to the stairs. They went up parallel to the party so Naveen was able to grin down at his wife before disappearing altogether.

The empty gumbo bowls were taken away and replaced with beignets. That was just when the baby in the carriage began to fuss. And then something flew out of Tiana's mouth that she could not believe: "Would you like me to hold her?" she asked. She usually liked to stay away from babies. If she ever got within a mile of one, her mother would start pestering her for grandkids. She half expected her to burst through the door now and ask when she was due.

The mother handed the bundle over to Tiana. The baby sure was quite a few months old. She was drooling like crazy which meant, according to Eudora, that the baby was already teething. Sure enough, whenever the baby opened its mouth, Tiana could see a little tooth coming in on the bottom in the front.

"Well aren't you just the most precious little thing there is?" Tiana cooed at the baby.

"Ah bah no beh ngh um wa," the baby babbled back to Tiana.

"Oh, you're trying to talk already, you smart girl." She stood up and walked to the stairs, then turned around so she was facing the table. The mother was smiling at Tiana.

"You don't have any kids of your own?" she asked. Tiana shook her head.

"Oh, no. No, I don't."

"Y'all ever talk 'bout it?"

Tiana thought about it. "No, not really. But you know, we're still newlyweds so we're just…enjoying life. Kids are probably the furthest thing from my husband's mind right now."

The child in her arms started fussing again and Tiana bounced it a little. "Aw, come on now, don't you cry," she pleaded. "Tell you what, I'll sing the lullaby my Mama used to sing to me. Ready? Baby mine, don't you cry. Baby mine, dry your eye. Rest your head close to my heart, never to part, Baby of mine."

She didn't see Naveen had already begun to descend the steps, his eyes fixed on his wife with the baby in her arms. He sat down on the steps, partially hidden by a large heart.

"Little one when you play, don't you mind what you say. Let those eyes sparkle and shine, never a tear, Baby of mine." The baby began to settle down in Tiana's arms. The eye lids began to droop. "If they knew sweet little you, they'd end up loving you too. All those same people who scold you, what they'd give just for the right to hold you." The baby yawned wide and nuzzled deeper into Tiana's chest. She smiled down at the little bundle. "From your head to your toes, you're not much, goodness knows. But you're so precious to me, cute as can be, Baby of mine."

The baby was sleeping soundly and Tiana felt very proud of herself for putting a baby to sleep. That lullaby worked like a charm. Naveen stood up and made his way down the stairs and over to the party.

"Hello, girls. Are you ready for the birthday cake now? I can tell the kitchen to bring it out any time you like." The girls all nodded excitedly. "May I have a piece, too?" They agreed to let him have just one piece.

Naveen went over to his wife and the sleeping baby. "What's his name?" he asked curiously.

"Her name is Georgia," Tiana corrected.

"I'll be in the kitchen," he decided hurriedly and ran off through the doors. The cake came out, the candles were lit, and Louis played the birthday song. All the while, Tiana still cradled that baby in her arms, hardly able to take her eyes off of it.