It was now mid November, Esme hadn't been feeling herself. She's been nauseous, tired and crabby. She was at the local Wizarding Hospital sitting in a cold examination room.
"Miss Abrams?" The healer asked walking back in the room.
"Yes?"
"It seems like you're expecting."
"I'm pregnant?"
"About ten weeks. I assume this wasn't planned?"
"Of course not. It was just a fling."
The healer nodded and escorted her out of the room. She made a beeline for Tamrat's flat.
"Hey Esme," he greeted.
"Hey Tam, I have something to tell you."
The man said. "I have something to tell you too."
"Alright, you want to go first?"
"This was a very fun fling but I must end it," he said.
Her hazel eyes widened. "You're ending it?"
"Yes. I need to end it before I get married."
She slapped him.
"What was that for?"
"You're fecking engaged!, yet you have a fling with me and get me pregnant!
"You're what?"
"I'm ten weeks pregnant with our child," Esme smiled.
Tamrat ran his fingers through his dark brown hair frustrated. "This wasn't supposed to happen. We used protection. I knew we shouldn't have used muggle contraception."
"Protection doesn't always work muggle or wizarding."
"You stupid mudblood slag!" he yelled slapping her.
She began crying as his hand made contact with her cheek.
"I don't want anything to do with you or our filthy half-blood child," he spat dragging him out of his house by her arm and leaving her in the sand.
After a short ride back to the site, she collapsed getting off the bus.
A while later, her hazel eyes fluttered open to see a worried looking Bill standing by her cot.
"Oh, thank Merlin, you're awake," he said rushing over and sitting down on her cot.
"How long have I been out?" she asked sitting up.
"Almost two hours," he said handing her a glass of water.
She nodded.
"You gave me quite the scare, Abrams. What were you doing?"
Esme was about to explain but the healer walked in. "Miss Abrams, you're awake. You seem to be a bit dehydrated but everything else is fine with your child."
"You're pregnant?" Bill asked surprised looking at her.
"I am."
Bill sighed. "I know nothing about muggle or Wizarding contraception so I can't scold you for not using it."
"Neither did Tamrat. But we used both muggle and wizarding. It doesn't always work."
"I blame the fact that the Wizarding World is very conservative."
Esme nodded. "Are you disappointed in me?"
"I'm just shocked, Esme."
She breathed a sigh of relief.
"Have you told Tamrat that he's going to be a dad?"
There was a moment of silence. "I have."
"Did he take it well?"
"Look at my face and arm, does it look like he took it well?" Esme snapped.
Bill looked at her she had an imprint of a hand on her lightly freckled cheek. "That bloody bastard!"
"Not only did he leave me knocked up but he's fecking engaged. I'm the fecking other woman!"
"I swear if I ever get my hands on him," Bill started wringing his hands.
"Before breaking up with me he called me a mudblood slag," she started to cry again.
Bill tensed. "That bloody git!"
"He doesn't want anything to do with our child."
Bill pulled her into his arms. "Now, now. Everything will be okay."
"I'm fecking ten weeks pregnant Weasley, it's not going to be okay. I barely turned twenty-one. I don't think I'm ready to be a single mum."
"You are young but I know you can handle it."
"You think so?"
"Yes," he said confidently wiping her tears.
"How am I going to tell my mum, I mean Ruby is still not over her miscarriage and I'm pregnant."
"I'm sure your sister will be happy to be aunt. Like you were."
"I hope you're right, will you come home with me?" she asked.
Bill nodded.
"I'm not sure who I'm more scared of telling my mum or Madame Rakepick. They both scare me more than they should."
"Madame Rakepick kinda scares me too."
Esme giggled.
It was the next day, Esme and Bill were standing in Madame Rakepick's office waiting for her. Esme couldn't help but pace.
"Hello, Miss Abrams and Mr. Weasley," she greeted walking in.
"Madame Rakepick, I have something to tell you," Esme said.
The older red haired woman said. "I think I already know what you're going to tell me, Miss Abrams."
"How do you know that I'm pregnant?" she asked glancing at Bill suspiciously.
"Mr. Weasley didn't tell me but I got a report from the healer who did your appointment, you're ten weeks pregnant," Madame Rakepick said.
Esme nodded.
"Mr. Weasley, isn't the father is he?"
"No, the father is a local wizard named Tamrat Otieno."
Madam Rakepick nodded. "I'm a tad disappointed in you, Miss Abrams. I always advise my curse breakers to keep to themselves and not really interact with the locals but I can't change the past."
"Are you going to fire me, Madame Rakepick?" she asked.
"You're one of our best curse breakers, Miss Abrams."
Bill smiled at her trying to ease the tension. "I like to call her my protégé."
Esme blushed.
"I'll give you the rest of your pregnancy off . I'll let you decide if you want to come back" Madame Rakepick told her.
Esme nodded.
"I suppose you haven't told your parents?"
"No, I haven't. I wrote a letter to my mum telling her I have something to tell her. I'm leaving in a few days to tell her."
Madame Rakepick nodded."I suppose you're going with her, Mr. Weasley?"
"Yes, she asked me to."
Madame Rakepick nodded.