It was now the next day, Esme was on her way to the Order meeting. She had to bring Jessica because no one could babysit.
"Hey Molly," she greeted the redheaded woman.
"Hello dear."
"I had to bring Jessie since no one could babysit," she said.
"No worries, dear," she said.
She walked into the house and handed Jessica to Molly so she would be with the other kids.
"Hey Esme," Bill greeted.
"Hey Bill," she smiled sitting down.
Dumbledore started. "I recruited someone who went to Uagadou, he should be here in a minute."
A few minutes later an all too familiar man to Esme and Bill arrived.
"This is Tamrat Otieno."
Bill and Esme tensed as he sat down after the introductions. The meeting started. After the meeting, Molly called down her kids Fred was holding Jessica but she reached out for Bill.
"I wasn't aware they allowed muggle-borns in the Order of the Phoenix," he whispered to Esme.
"They do. I'm surprised they recruited you since you used a lot less proper name for Muggle-born when I told you I was pregnant with your child almost two years ago."
"I'm sure someone took pity on the poor knocked up mudblood," he whispered just so Bill and Esme could hear him.
Bill was usually the calmest of his siblings but he's wanted to confront this bastard for years so he handed Jessica to Fred and jumped on the dark-haired man shocking the rest of the members of the Order minus Esme.
"William Arthur Weasley!" Molly screamed at her oldest pulling him off the other man.
"Sorry mum, I had to. He's lucky Charlie isn't here too," he spat.
"What's your problem with him?" Molly asked confused.
"He's Jessie's father and you know the rest of the story Molly. He just called me a mudblood to boot," Esme explained standing next to Bill who had a bloody nose.
"We don't use that word in front of me!" Molly scolded.
"You're not my mother, you fat cow! "
The horde of available Weasley sons and Weasley patriarch descended on the man.
"I suggest you leave, Otieno. You don't want the wrath of the Weasleys," Bill threatened his nose still bleeding.
"What's the worst you gingers can do? Only four of you can use magic since you're definitely not seventeen yet," he said glaring at Ron.
"I faced my biggest fear for my best friend and stood up to a supposed serial killer for that same best friend on a broken leg. I wouldn't try it!" Ron said jumping up.
"There's your answer, Otieno," Bill said.
"Esme and Jessica have become a part of our family as much as I resented her slightly at first since I wasn't the only girl in the family anymore. She gives really good advice and besides Charlie is crazy about her," Ginny said.
It took all Esme's strength not to run at the younger redhead girl and hug her.
"You guys are pathetic, I'm leaving."
"Good riddance!"
Tamrat stormed out of the house.
"Who was that mummy?" Jessica asked innocently from Tonk's lap.
"That was your dad."
The little girl shook her head stubbornly. "No, Charlie is my daddy."
Esme suppressed a smile. "He's not your dad, sweetie."
"He'll be her step-dad pretty soon," Bill teased.
Esme blushed as red as the Weasley's hair at the mention of Charlie.
"How about we have some music."
Esme asked. "Do you have any muggle music?"
"That's all I have since it pissed off my mother," Sirius laughed.
Esme nodded. "What music do you have?"
Sirius summoned a box of records and Esme searched through it for a few minutes and found a familiar record. She put in the record player and sat back down next to Bill again.
"Which one did you choose?" Bill asked curiously.
"You'll see."
The opening melody of 'Mamma Mia' began to swell while Sirius grinned and Remus facepalmed.
"So, you're an ABBA fan?"
Esme grinned. "Yes, I am. My dad was a huge fan and I used to listen to them with him. My mum hated it."
"Wasn't your dad a history lecturer?" Hermione asked condescendingly.
She raised an eyebrow at the younger brunette. "Just because he seemed to be prim and proper, didn't mean he couldn't have liked a band like this."
"He seems like a fun bloke, I think my dad would like him," Tonks said.
The next song began. It was 'Chiquitita'. Esme couldn't help but smile sadly.
"You all right, Esme?"
"Excuse me for a second, will you?" she asked.
Bill nodded. Esme got up and walked to the living room. She wiped a tear from her eye before it had a chance to fall on the ground.
"Mummy?"
She looked up to see Bill walking in the room holding Jessie. She composed herself and turned to her daughter.
"You crying?"
Even at her young age, Jessie was so darn observant. Bill handed Jessie to her and they walked back to the kitchen. Jessie reached out for Molly.
"Esme, you don't always have to be so strong," Bill whispered to her.
She sighed. "I know."
"We'll be right back."
They stood up and walked back to the living room.
"Was it that song?"
Esme nodded. "Yes, it made me think of my dad."
Bill pulled her into a hug.
"My dad used to call me 'Chiquitita' "
Bill nodded. "What does that word mean?"
"It means 'little girl'."
"You're not a girl anymore but you're still little," he teased.
"Not all of us can be bean poles, Weasley," she teased poking his thin frame.
"Hey that tickles," he started laughing again trying to tickle her back.
She laughed as there was a sound from the floo alerting them to the arrival of Charlie. She escaped from Bill's grip to greet Charlie.
"What did I interrupt?"
Esme explained. "Bill was teasing me about how short I am."
"You are short but I think it's cute," Charlie smiled patting her head.
She frowned at him as he looked at Bill. "What happened to your nose?"
"Bill beat up Tamrat. Dumbledore had recruited him to the Order."
Charlie's hands clenched. "Is that bastard still here?"
"No, he's not."
Charlie frowned as the three of them walked back to the kitchen. Molly greeted her second oldest before he sat down between Dora and Esme.