It was now the second of March, today was the fourteenth anniversary of her dad's death. She couldn't believe it's been fourteen years since he died. She vividly remembers the day he died after his year long battle with cancer.

"You okay, dear?"

"Just thinking, it's been fourteen years since my dad died," she sighed.

Molly said. "That's horrible, how did he die?"

"He was diagnosed with the muggle disease cancer right after my mum and his ten year anniversary in 1979. He fought hard but he died. I was there when he took his last breath."

Molly hugged her the best she could with her huge baby bump. "I'm so sorry. I can't imagine losing Arthur at all."

"I know my mum was devastated too. That's why I was shocked when she married my stepdad in my third year after a whirlwind romance in Paris."

Before Molly could respond Arthur walked in from work and she immediately let Esme go and greeted her husband with a suffocating hug.

"Molly, dear. Is there something wrong?" Arthur asked.

Esme told him. "I'm sorry this is my fault. I just told Molly how my dad died."

"Oh, how did he die?"

Esme explained how her dad died to Arthur with Molly clutching him.

"How would he have taken the news of you being pregnant?"

Esme said. "I mean at first he would probably be upset with the biological father for not being there for me. Like a typical father would. He would definitely dote on his granddaughter unlike my mum who had the audacity to suggest that I get rid of my child.

"How do you get rid of a child, adoption?" Molly asked confused.

"It's a sensitive muggle social issue, Molly."

She nodded. "What was your dad like?"

Esme smiled. "He was a great dad and husband to my mum. He was funny and sweet. He was a History lecturer. He's who I inherited my intense love of history from. That's why I became a Curse breaker although curse breaking has little to do with history."

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It was now mid March, Esme was shopping in London for some baby clothes. Although, Molly had been nice enough to give her some hand me downs she gladly accepted them but she also wanted some new clothes.

"Abrams, is that you?"

She turned to see the ever handsome face of Chester Davies, who was a fourth year Ravenclaw when she started Hogwarts. She developed an infatuation with him in her second year when he became a Prefect.

"You're pregnant?" he asked noticing her bulging stomach.

"Almost twenty eight weeks with a baby girl," Esme grinned.

"That's nice, is the father around here somewhere?" he asked glancing around.

She frowned. "No, I'm a proud single mum. The father didn't want anything to deal with us."

"That's horrible, why?"

"Our child is a halfblood."

"That matters because? Me and my brother are half bloods."

"You have a brother?"

"Yes, he's about nine years younger than me. He's a Ravenclaw fifth year, Quidditch Captain, and Chaser," he smiled proudly.

She smiled back. "I also have a little brother but he's a seventh year. His name is Ben."

"My brother's name is Roger."

Esme winced as her daughter kicked.

"You alright?"

"My daughter seems to be excited."

Chester nodded. "So, what are you thinking of naming your daughter?"

"Jessica," she smiled.

"That's a nice name."

Esme nodded. "You know I was infatuated with you for my second year."

"I remember that. I let you down easy, didn't I?"

"You did."

"So, you're not dating anyone?"

"No, I'm not. I'm not really looking for anything right now."

Chester sighed. "Okay, when you are contact me."

Esme nodded as Chester walked away. She finished shopping and went back to the Burrow.

"Did you find anything, dear?"

Esme showed her the onesies and supplies for her daughter.

"These are all so nice."

Esme sat down. She was exhausted.

"Is she kicking a lot?"

"Yes, she's very active today," Esme replied rubbing her huge baby bump.

Molly said. "I remember my boys being rather active especially Charlie."

Esme nodded. "I ran into Chester Davies, the guy I was infatuated with for my second year when he started being Prefect."

Molly frowned at the prospect of Esme not being into Charlie. That would break her heart not to mention Charlie's. She had to do something.