A/N: Chapter 29. At the Eiffel Tower. In Paris, France. At a restaurant. Where French people talk. So they're bound to speak French. So I should tell you that there is a little French dialouge when they're at the restaurant. But don't worry. Nessie speaks French. ;) By the way, I used the translator from dictionary . com, so sorry if some phrases are messed up. Not sure if all the information is accurate or not. And sorry if some parts of this chapter feels awkward, but...(shrugs) oh well. It's bound to be awkward. Anyway, I won't keep you from chapter 29 any longer.

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Chapter 29: Bliss

Renesmee Cullen's POV

"Wow. This is absolutely amazing," I breathed.

"Yeah," Jacob agreed. But when I looked over at him, he was looking at me. I looked down at the ground and smiled.

"Come on!" Alice said, ruining the moment.

"Thanks a lot, Alice," I mumbled unintelligibly.

When we were at the doors of the restaurant, I was amazed. For how late it was, there were many people there, most dressed fancier than Jacob and I.

"Alright. Tell them you have a reservation for Hale. And like I said, don't be home too late, please, or your dad will not be pleased with me," Alice told us. "Bye, Nessie, bye Jake. Have fun." Then Alice and Jasper left.

"Come on," Jacob said, taking my hand without thinking about it. We walked to the fancy podium and told the host about our reservations.

"Droit de cette façon," the host said in French, grabbing two menus and leading us to a round table with a fancy, deep blue table cloth.

"What did he say?" Jacob whispered.

"Right this way," I translated, following the host.

"Ah. That would make sense," Jacob said. I chuckled.

"Bon appétit," the host said, setting our menus on the table.

"Merci," I said, sitting down on one of the fancy wooden chairs.

The host walked back up to the podium as Jacob sat down in the seat next to me.

"I think I understood that. He said 'enjoy your meal' or something like that and you said 'thanks', right?" Jacob asked.

I chuckled again. "Yes. Good job," I praised.

"So… Since I know pretty much no French and I'm eating here, can you translate the menu so I don't end up with frog legs and snails?" he asked, smiling.

I laughed. "Yes, Jake. I'll save you from the snails and frogs."

"Thank God," he said dramatically, still smiling.

After a minute or so, he pointed at his menu. "What's this?" He set the menu in front of me.

I read the description. Pâtes aux crevettes à la sauce crème de homard et fromage de chèvre. "It's basically pasta with lobster crème sauce and shrimp and goat cheese on top," I told him, handing him his menu back.

"Okay. Good. I'll get that," he said, closing the menu.

"I will, too," I said. "Do you want to get French onion soup, too?"

"No. Then my breath will smell like onions," he said.

"Why does it matter if your breath smells like onions?" I asked skeptically.

"B-because… I just don't want to have onion breath. Is that a bad thing?" he questioned.

"Well, no, but…" I sighed. "Nevermind."

Our waiter then came out of the kitchen carrying a basket of very yummy looking bread and olive oil with a parmesan cheese and pepper mix to dip the bread in. It looked really good, and I hadn't even tasted it yet.

The waiter looked to be about forty or so, with brown hair and green eyes. He was dressed pretty fancy for a waiter.

"Bonjour, mon nom est Charles et je serai votre serveur ce soir," the waiter, whose name was apparently Charles, greeted.

Jacob gave me a looked that said, "What?"

He said 'Hello, my name is Charles and I'll be your waiter tonight,' I projected to Jake. He nodded.

"Bonjour," I said, smiling politely.

"Que puis-je obtenir pour vous à boire? Nous avons du vin, champagne, café, thé chauds et glacés, avec d'autres boissons gazeuses," Charles asked in a perfect French accent.

I told Jake what he said again. This time he said, 'What can I get for you to drink? We have wine, champagne, coffee, hot and iced tea, along with other soft drinks'.

"Je vais prendre le thé glacé, s'il vous plaît," I said, ordering the iced tea, since I wasn't allowed to have any alcohol. "What do you want, Jake?"

"Um…wine," he said, totally nonchalant.

"What? You…" It was then that I remembered that Jacob was, in fact, over twenty-one. Why did I have to be seven? "Nevermind. Il aura du vin," I ordered for Jake.

"Quel type de vin?" the waiter asked.

"What kind, Jake?"

"Um…I don't know, any kind," he answered, shrugging.

"Tout type de vin sera bien, merci," I ordered.

"Très bien, merci. Je serai bientôt de retour avec vos boissons," he said, and walked away to the kitchen after setting the bread and sauce at our table.

"What did you say and what did he say?" Jacob asked. I smiled.

"I said that any type of wine would be fine, thanks. He said 'alright, thank you. I'll be right back with your drinks,'" I explained.

"Oh. That makes sense," he said again.

"But really, Jake?" I suddenly erupted.

He looked at me wide eyed. "What?"

"You got wine," I accused.

"Yeah, I know. I'm allowed to. I'm twenty-four, remember?" he said, raising his eyebrows at me.

"I know, but Alice and Jasper and not to mention my father will kill you if you get drunk or something," I warned him.

He started laughing.

"What? What's so funny? I'm serious, Jacob!" I said, getting a little annoyed.

"Ness, I can't get drunk even if I tried. Okay, well, maybe if I tried, but let's just say it's very hard for me to get drunk," he said, finally stopping his laughter.

"Why?" I asked, puzzled.

"Because my body heat burns off the alcohol quicker than a regular human," he told me quietly. "And I'm not planning on having fifty-two glasses of wine, Ness," he reassured.

I sighed, feeling stupid. I had made such a big deal out of nothing.

"It's okay, Ness. It's not your fault. You couldn't have known," he said, looking straight into my eyes.

I smiled. "Yeah, I guess so, but…you could've told me when you told me to order it so I didn't feel like a complete idiot."

"You're not an idiot, Nessie. And if you ever are an idiot, which seems very unlikely to me, you're my idiot," he said jokingly, smiling beautifully.

I laughed. "And you're mine," I said, lightly hitting his arm.

"I know," he said with no hint of humor, only sincerity.

I smiled at him angelically, sensing the double meaning of the words we had just said. "I love you, Jacob," I whispered.

His deep, chocolate brown eyes seemed to melt. "I love you too, Renesmee."

My heart fluttered. He said my full name, not my nickname, which meant he really did love me, and not like just a friend.

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The rest of our dinner was delicious, and expensive. We had dessert at the end of our dinner, and it was absolutely amazing. It was a soufflé, perfect and elegant looking.

When we got the check, I was lucky Alice gave me enough money. There were fancy looking candies that tasted like mints, and they were really good.

"So, what do you want to do now?" Jacob asked as we walked out the doors to the restaurant.

"Do you want to go to the park? I hear it has a good view of the Eiffel Tower," I suggested.

"How did you 'hear' it had a good view? You've only been here for a few hours," Jacob said.

"I speak French and can hear almost everything. So I hear a lot of things," I explained to him.

"True," Jake said as we headed to the elevator.

After a few minutes, we were back on ground level. We started heading towards the park. When we got there, I was amazed once again. There was a wooden white painted gazebo with candles and flowers. There were benches and two other couples sitting around, hugging and talking and kissing. The gazebo was actually pretty big, big enough that the couples didn't feel invaded upon.

"Come on." I took Jacob's hand and led him to an unoccupied bench, the farthest away from the other couples as possible.

Jacob and I sat down, nearly touching on the bench.

"I hope you know that this is a place for couples..." Jacob trailed quietly.

"I know, but I don't care." We were still holding hands, neither of us bothering to or wanting to let go. I leaned my head against his shoulder, looking straight out across the structure to see the beautiful Eiffel Tower. "It's so beautiful," I admired quietly.

"Yeah, you are," Jacob whispered.

I looked up at him to see him looking down at me. He was smiling a little, his perfect, full lips curving beautifully.

I sat up, facing him. His face was fairly close to mine, only a mere few inches away. God, I wanted to kiss those lips, those perfectly shaped, pinkish red, soft lips…

"Do you like Paris so far?" he asked, voice still quiet.

"Yeah," I breathed, looking away from him.

"Nessie, what's the matter?" he asked with concern.

I smiled half-heartedly. "Nothing," I whispered. I was afraid to look at him again, afraid that my willpower will give out, that I'll kiss him…

He put his hand under my chin, turning my face towards his. Well, I guess that plan didn't work. He looked deep into my eyes, his own worried and caring. "Do you really expect me to believe that?" he muttered in his sexy, deep, husky voice, his hot breath reaching my face. I inhaled involuntarily, breathing in his intoxicating scent. I could feel my eyelids flutter.

Without any warning whatsoever, even to myself, I leaned forward and kissed him, kissed him passionately. My arms wrapped around his neck, holding him tight, trying to keep him there, though I knew that if he really tried he could escape from my grasp. I could tell he was shocked at first, very shocked. But after about a second he relaxed, his arms twisting around my waist. He kissed me back, our lips moving together in a way I could never imagine. Our eyes were closed, not seeing anything but the invisible passion we were emitting.

After several more seconds, Jacob broke us apart, though we were still very close, our foreheads touching, the tips of our noses brushing. Our breathing was pretty heavy, we were both gasping for breath.

A few seconds later, Jacob spoke. "Ness…we can't…" he murmured.

I looked into his smoldering, deep brown eyes that were filled with love. Reluctantly, I whispered back, "I know."

Suddenly his lips were on mine again, and I could tell that there wasn't going to be any stopping this time. Or at least until stopping was necessary. Our lips moved urgently against one another's, like we had little time left to enjoy each other's presence. I didn't understand the feeling, but then again, I wasn't exactly coherent at the moment. I only thought about Jacob. About the way my lips molded to his and his to mine, how his warm hands on my back made me shiver involuntarily in pleasure.

Without even thinking about it, I parted my lips and ran my tongue across his bottom lip. I felt his lips freeze for a moment, and instantly regretted my impulsive decision. I opened my eyes and saw him looking at me, mildly shocked. Our lips were still touching, brushing against each other's. I heard Jacob chuckle huskily against my lips, his left hand reaching up to stroke my cheek. I seemed to melt under his touch.

His hand now caressed my cheek, his lips pressing harder against mine again.

"I. Love. You," Jacob said against my lips, separating the words with gentle but passionate kisses.

My heart fluttered again, just like it had earlier. "I love you too," I told him, my voice filled with admiration.

I brought my face back up to his. This kiss was like the ones before, only this time was more daring. Jacob trailed his tongue along my lips like I had done. In a spontaneous moment, I scooted closer to him on the bench and parted my lips again, my tongue finding his. He froze temporarily again, but then started kissing me once more. He kept his tongue on mine, though carefully, trying not to go too overboard. We are in France, so we might as well French kiss…

After about a minute, we both pulled away to catch our breath. Jacob looked at me in wonder.

"What?" I breathed, grinning.

"How the hell are you such a good kisser?" he panted.

I laughed a little. "I could ask you the same question, Jake."

He grinned, too.

My smile disappeared. "What are we going to do?" I asked fearfully, thinking about Alice and Jasper and, most of all, my parents. I had betrayed them again, ignoring their rules. They were going to be so mad at me and Jacob…

He seemed to know what I was talking about, though I didn't clarify. "I'm not sure," he said.

"Should we just…not tell them? Keep it a secret as long as possible or something?" I asked.

He inhaled and exhaled, thinking. "I think that if they ever find out about it and know that we've been keeping it a secret that they would be even more pissed at us then they're already going to be," he told me, pulling me closer, up against his chest.

"Yeah, I guess you're right. Maybe…maybe we should wait until this trip is over, then tell everyone when we get home," I suggested desperately.

"Everyone? No thanks. I'd rather not endure Emmett's 'wittiness', as he so calls it. And why wait until the trip is over? If we're going to tell your parents and Alice and Jasper, why not tell them now?" he asked.

"Because if I tell Alice and Jasper now, then they'll never let us out of their sight. And I kind of like this whole freedom thing. You may be free to do most anything you want, but me?" I shook my head. "And if I told my parents right now, then… Well, you know my dad. He would probably buy a plane ticket out here just to watch us and monitor our thoughts."

"This is true," Jacob said.

"So…we might as well enjoy our kissing freedom for as long as we can…" I said hopefully, but suggestively at the same time.

He chuckled a little bit, but kissed me lightly on the lips, anyway. "You know, you can't get used to this all the time. I know I'd like to, but we can't get used to the kissing. We obviously can't around Alice and Jasper, and especially around your parents, so…" he said almost reluctantly.

"Got it. But we are alone now…"

He sighed and threw his head back in exasperation, exposing his tan neck. I leaned up and kissed his neck and heard his breathing hitch.

When he brought his face back down, he was grinning. "You're going to end up just like your mom, aren't you? Great. We're all doomed," he said, adding drama in his voice.

"What? What are you talking about?" I was confused, having no idea what he was referring to.

"Nevermind," Jacob said quickly.

I kissed his neck again. "Please tell me, Jakey?"

He sighed. "That!"

"'That?'" I asked him.

"Yes, that. You're going to end up being a freaking seducer or something. Then your dad is going to blame me for everything that happens, and…" he trailed.

"A seducer?" I asked, amused.

"Yes."

"Um, if you don't mind, could you explain to me why you think I'm a seducer?" I asked, grinning.

"Well, gee, maybe because you're kissing my neck and calling me Jakey," he said, eyebrows raised at me.

I was still smiling. "That's not seducing. That's romantic persuasion," I said.

He smiled and shook his head. "Yes, Nessie. Romantic persuasion. That's, like, the exact definition of seducing," he told me.

I rolled my eyes, still smirking. "Whatever."

He laughed, kissing the tip of my nose. "You're almost too cute for your own good, you know that?"

"Yeah, yeah, sure." I kissed his cheek. "Do you think we should go back to the house now?"

"Can we stay…five more minutes?" he asked me.

I shrugged. "Sure. But it's almost twelve, and you know what we promised Jasper and Alice," I reminded him.

"Yeah, yeah. We promised the bloodsuckers we'd be back by midnight or whatever. But I want to enjoy the first part of the day before it gets demolished by shopping," he said as I laughed. "And by the way, where did you…come up with the whole tongue across lips thing? I think that was a little advanced, don't you think?"

I blushed and looked down. "I learned that from two places. So two reasons. The first reason, I live with my parents and Emmett and Rosalie. The second reason…Ryan did that," I said, muttering the Ryan part.

Jacob tensed.

"Trust me. I liked your kisses much better," I assured, kissing his cheek.

He chuckled. "You better," he said teasingly.

Right then my phone rang. It was my dad's ringtone. I gulped.

"Relax, Nessie. Just act like nothing ever happened," Jacob instructed.

I reached for my purse and dug for my phone. I pressed the talk button.

"Hello?" I asked, trying to keep my voice from shaking.

"Hey, Sweetheart. Do you like France so far?" he asked in the voice I was dreading most; suspicion.

"Yeah, I love it. It's beautiful," I replied, trying to act natural as Jacob had said.

"That's good. What's your favorite part?" he asked, his voice still questioning.

"Well, I haven't seen much of it yet, since we just got here a few hours ago. But I like the Eiffel Tower. It's really pretty, especially at night. And I like the restaurant that Alice made reservations at, Le Jules Verne, and I also like the park right outside the tower," I babbled. Whoops. Maybe I shouldn't have added the park thing.

As I suspected, my dad saw right through the park. "Really? What do you like about the park?"

"Well, what's not to like? I mean, there's a ton of beautiful flowers and candles and a really pretty gazebo. It's amazing," I said, under pressure.

"Really? That sounds somewhere romantic," Edward said in a hard voice.

"Well, maybe for some people, but I just think it's pretty. I should take a picture of it to send to you. Then you'll see how pretty it is." Stupid nervous babbling!

"No, that's okay. The picture isn't necessary. Who are you with right now?" he demanded.

"J-Jacob…" I said slowly.

"Can I have the phone for a minute?" Jake asked, holding out his hand.

I inhaled. "Yeah, sure." I handed him the phone.

"Edward, can you please stop harassing your daughter?" Jacob said in a frustrated voice.

"I'm not harassing her, I'm simply asking her questions about the trip," my dad growled. I could hear him through the phone.

"Why do you sound suspicious then?" Jake asked him.

"I don't know. Maybe it has to do with the fact that my only daughter is half way across the world in Paris, France, A.K.A perhaps the most romantic city in the world, with an impulsive, instinctive werewolf who imprinted on her," he yelled sarcastically.

"So you don't trust me, I get that. I've known that for a long time. But you should trust your own daughter," Jacob said, raising his voice.

"I do trust Renesmee. It's just…she listens to you far too much for her own good. You're influencing. You seem to have that effect upon her. It kills me to say it, but it's true," Edward told Jake.

"Look, can we continue this conversation another time? I don't know what time it is there, but it's almost midnight here. We promised Alice and Jasper that we would be back by then."

I heard my father sigh. "Fine. I'll probably call first thing in the morning. Goodbye, Jacob. Tell Nessie I said goodbye, too."

"Dad, I can hear you," I said in a low voice.

"Good night, Nessie. I love you," Edward said through the phone.

"Night, Dad. Love you too," I said in the same volume.

Jacob hung up. "You know, it was kind of weird having the phone up to my ear when Edward said 'I love you.' It's like the exact opposite of what I'm used to hearing from him."

I laughed. "Yes, it would be, wouldn't it? Come on, we should get back now." I stood up.

He stood up as I started walking. "Wait, Nessie. One more thing."

I turned around. "What?" I asked curiously.

He walked over to me and placed his hands on either side of my face. He kissed me quickly but passionately. I instantly felt sparks the moment his lips touched mine. It was absolute bliss. "I love you."