A/N: Embracing my French roots. Sorry if I get a few words wrong, I don't actually speak it…



I knocked on her door and immediately a huge grin spread across my face. I rolled my eyes at my own stupidity, clutching the textbooks I had in my arms tighter to my side. The door opened and my smile grew impossibly wider at the sight of her.

She laughed and shook her head, smirking at wide beam. "Hey, Jake."

I chuckled and walked into the living room, the ceiling feeling strangely low. I still wasn't used to my new other-worldly height.

"Um, Jacob?" Bella asked, crinkling her brow. "Maybe you should sit down. I don't know how much longer it's gonna be till you," she giggled, gesturing towards the hanging lamps over the coffee table, "you know, break something."

I glared at her. "Thanks for the suggestion, Bells." I grabbed her quickly by the waist and she squealed, kicking against my back.

"Put me down!"

"Well, alright," I snickered. I walked over to the couch and threw her down on it, hearing the muffled thump as her body hit the cushions. I plopped down next to her and stretched my long legs in front of me, resting my arms behind my head.

Bella glowered at me, clumsily attempting to get up. "You are such an asshole, Jacob Black," she said, hitting my arm lightly.

I raised my eyebrows. "Now, now, watch the language, Miss Swan. I don't think Chief Swan would appreciate it very much."

She responded by clicking her tongue and crossing her arms, the cutest blush spreading across her cheeks. "Let's just start on that homework, okay, mutt?"

I faked a hurt look. "Ouch, Bells." She smiled and I gestured for her to come closer, placing a notebook on my lap. "Seriously, though, you think you could help me with this?"

We worked quietly for a little while, laughing over her comments on my English work and handwriting.

"What other subjects are you taking, Jake?" she asked, sipping a glass of water. I watched as she licked her lips, catching a clear drop as it fell close to her chin. I swallowed and tried to remember what she had just said.

"Um, sorry, what?" I mumbled as she tucked a piece of hair behind her ear.

She rolled her eyes. "Honestly."

"C'mon, I'm sorry, I was…distracted."

Bella shook her head, as though she was exasperated, but her eyes were laughing. "Whatever, Jacob. I asked about your other classes."

I twisted my mouth, thinking. I didn't really like school that much—any time that I was away from Bella, actually, I considered wasted. "Um…well, geometry…and English, obviously. Phys ed, French…"

Bella snickered. "You take French?"

I pulled my shoulders back and pursed my lips. "Yes. Your point?"

She shrugged. "I don't know…I just can't imagine you speaking French."

"Oh, really?"

She shrugged again. It was actually quite irritating. "Really."

I looked at her, biting my lip. I leaned forward, looking straight into her eyes. She shifted uncomfortably under my gaze. "Bella, mes l'amoureuse," I said, bringing my voice down lower than normal. "Chaque jour je t'aime d'avantage. Au'jourdhui plus que hier, et biens moins que demain."

She stared at me, her mouth open in the most adorable way. She blinked a couple times.

"Wow," she breathed. "What does that mean?"

"My beloved," I said, repeating my words from before. "Each day I love you more. Today more than yesterday, and much less than tomorrow."

She blushed and I noticed that her eyes were glinting. I bit my lip and tried to look away, but she tilted her head and caught my chin in her hand.

"Jake…" she said, copying my own gesture and chewing on her lip.

We both stayed there for a moment, the air stilling around us. Then she leaned forward and my breathing sped up, feeling her warmth so close to mine. She moved her lips near my ear, tugged on my arm, whispered, "Me, too," and I shuddered at the feel of her breath on my skin.

And just as quickly, she had gotten up and walked away.

I sat there and waited for my heart to start beating again.