"Nessie!" A voice broke through the silence.

"Je suis ici, Jake!" Renesmee Carlie Cullen was sitting in the tree house that her daddy, uncles, grandpa, and long-time best friend, Jake had built.

She was reading a book about how to speak French, her latest hobby. She had just said, "I am up here, Jake!"

"What," he asked when he climbed up, "Does that mean?"

"Nothing, but it's French if that helps."

"Well, why are you learning French?"

"Well, probably because c'est le langage de l'amour,"

"I understand that," Jake said.

Nessie smiled at him. "Parlez-vous Français, Jake?" she asked him.

"Oui, oui, mon chéri Renesmee,"

Renesmee stared at him and then burst out laughing.

"What's so funny?"

"It's the way you said it, with your funny French accent."

"Oh, really?" He leaned forward a kissed her right on the lips.

"JACOB BLACK!" Nessie heard her father roaring.

She pulled away from Jacob and asked, "Why did you do that?"

"Je t'aime, Renesmee,"

Nessie gasped and covered her mouth with her hands.

"Do you feel the same ou non?" He asked looking away from her shocked face.

He could hear her heart thudding faster than it normally did.

Then she spoke, "Jacob Black, mi sento lo stesso," She turned from him and jumped out of the treehouse.

"Wait, What does that mean?" He yelled out the window.

"It's Italian, Jake! Figure it out," She blew him a kiss and ran into the forest.