Esme has been staying at the Weasleys for a little over a month. She was now thirteen weeks pregnant. She was currently learning to knit from Molly. She was pretty decent at it.

A few minutes later Charlie walked in.

"Oh, Charlie. I wasn't expecting you to visit!" Molly said abandoning her knitting and greeting her second oldest.

"Well, I'm only here until after Christmas."

Molly nodded. "You remember Esme, your brother's curse breaking partner?"

Charlie's blue eyes widened in warm recognition. "I do remember her."

"It's nice to see you."

"You too, you're not expecting Bill's child, are you?" he asked noticing her very slightly protruding belly.

"Everyone assumes Bill is the father but he's not. We're just friends and co-workers, He's like my annoying older brother," she snapped.

Charlie nodded as Molly said. "She's been staying in your old room for the last month."

After a few minutes, Molly began making dinner. Charlie and Esme began talking.

Charlie nodded. "If Bill isn't the father, who is?"

"I rather not talk about him, if that's okay," she said.

"Alright."

Before Esme could respond Arthur walked in and greeted his wife and second oldest. Molly set down their dinner and they began eating.

It was now later that night Esme was trying to sleep but she had a strong craving for something chocolate. She got out of bed and, walked downstairs and sat at the table.

"Oh, I didn't realize anyone else was up," Charlie said walking into the kitchen.

"I can't sleep because I'm craving anything chocolate. What's your excuse?"

"For one this is my childhood home. I don't think I have to explain myself," he teased.

She giggled. "I suppose not."

"I'm a night owl."

"Usually I am too but with my pregnancy I've been going to bed extra early," Esme informed him.

"So, how far along are you?"

"I'll be seventeen weeks five days before Christmas."

Charlie nodded. "So, If I remember correctly you have a big family too. Why aren't you staying with them besides the fact that you're pregnant?"

"My mum kicked me out of the house because I 'hurt' my twin's feelings since she miscarried last year and I'm expecting."

"That's not right, you're her daughter too," Charlie said almost personally offended.

"Ruby has always been mum's favorite," Esme sighed.

"Didn't your stepfather have a say?"

Esme sighed. "I mean he's nice enough but he doesn't have much of a say in my life. He didn't marry my mum until I was in my third year at Hogwarts. That was a shock too since they fell in love on a trip to Paris and got married within a week."

"They did?"

She nodded and changed the subject. "I'm still craving anything chocolate."

Charlie nodded. "I could whip you up something."

"You're actually a good cook? I remember Bill is a horrible cook."

Charlie laughed. "I'm a decent enough cook. What do want me to make you something that contains chocolate?"

"We have potatoes don't we?" she asked.

"You said were craving chocolate not potatoes," Charlie said confused.

She smiled. "It's an Irish dessert, my gran used to make us when we were younger. I was the only one who liked it."

"I think we have some left over potatoes."

Esme nodded.

"So, you're half- Irish?"

"Yes, I am."

Charlie nodded. "So, we'll have to make the cake together since I've never made it before."

"Alright."

Charlie gathered the ingredients and they began making the cake.

"You have something on your nose, Charlie," Esme said.

"Where?"

She flicked the spatula at him playfully.

"How mature, Abrams. You're supposed to be older than me."

"I'm only four months, a week and two days older than you, Weasley," she giggled.

He smirked at her. "Okay, Ma'am."

"Watch it, sonny," she teased tapping his freckled nose with the back of the spatula.

They continued preparing the cake. After they finished making the cake, they sat down and began eating.

"So, do you like it?"

Charlie said. "I do."

"It seems like my child likes it too," she smiled.

"They do?"

Esme nodded as the lights flickered on. "Oh, morning you two!"

"Morning dad."

"Morning Mr. Weasley."

The Weasley patriarch smiled. "Morning, Esme you can call me Arthur."

"I'm sure I'll get out of the habit soon," she said.

"It seems like you two were busy overnight," Arthur noticed.

Esme smiled. "Yeah, I couldn't sleep since I was craving something chocolate."

"I remember those days with Molly," he shook his head fondly before continuing. "What did you two make?"

"It's an Irish dessert called Chocolate Potato Cake," Esme explained.

Arthur nodded as Molly walked down the stairs. Arthur greeted Molly with a kiss on the cheek. Esme looked on with a smile on her face. Molly and Arthur reminded her so much of her parents.

"You were up late last night, Esme," Molly noticed.

"I was. Charlie kept me company and we made a cake."

Molly looked at her second oldest surprised. "You bake?"

"I'm a good cook, mum."

"Especially compared to Bill, he may be a big bad cursebreaker but he can't cook to save his life," Esme giggled.

Molly nodded as she began making breakfast. After breakfast, Arthur left to work.