It was a couple days later, Charlie had decided to stay at 'The Burrow' much to Esme's delight. The two of them were sitting on the couch. Esme was reading with her legs stretched out her toes touching Charlie's leg. Jessie was napping in Charlie's old room.
"Aren't you getting tired of watching me read?" Esme asked looking at Charlie.
"Who says I've been watching you read?" he asked.
She smirked. "The fact that you're blushing proves that I'm right."
Curse the Weasley blush although Charlie had slightly tanned skin from being outside more often it was still obvious when he blushed.
"I think it's cute how you're blushing," she smirked.
Charlie puffed out his chest. "I'm not cute, I'm manly."
She raised an eyebrow at him as the twins walked towards them.
"How about we play some Quidditch?" George asked.
"Not really in the mood right now," Charlie said.
Fred teased. "So, you're just going to watch Esme read?"
"Yes. Unless she cheers me on," he smirked playfully at her.
She turned the page and looked up at him. "I might be convinced."
Charlie didn't respond he just hopped up and scooped Esme up to carry her outside.
"Charles Septimus Weasley! Put me down this instant!" she scolded trying to stifle a giggle.
"Not a chance, Esme Louise Abrams!"
"Molly, please tell your son to put me down," she pleaded to the Weasley matriarch.
She smiled. "I can't tell him what to do, he's a grown man."
Charlie carried her outside, conjured a blanket and laid her down carefully.
"Luckily, I put a charm on my dress so it wouldn't fly up and you would get a free show of my knickers," Esme smiled smoothing down her dress.
Charlie looked offended. "I'm a gentleman, I would never sneak a peek at your knickers."
She smiled at him as he bent down to kiss her forehead before running off towards his brothers. A few minutes later, Jessie woke up and Esme went to grab her daughter before the match started. Molly followed her out with a plate of sandwiches and a pitcher of lemonade hovering behind them.
"Where Char?" Jessie asked.
"He's flying," Esme explained to her curious daughter.
Molly smiled. "She's really inquisitive, isn't she?"
"She is."
Molly nodded as they watched them play. Esme cheered Charlie on the best she could. About 20 minutes later, they landed and walked over to grab some sandwiches.
"Charlie, stop hogging the lemonade I'm thirsty too," Fred complained.
Charlie wiped his mouth on his sleeve and handed the pitcher of lemonade to Fred as he wrapped that same arm around Esme and she cuddled into his side.
"So, did you enjoy the match?" he asked her.
"I did."
Charlie smiled. Sooner or later the rest of the family trickled back into the Burrow leaving Charlie and Esme lying down on the blanket.
"It's a beautiful night, isn't it?" Esme asked resting her head on Charlie's chest.
"It is," he replied twirling a strand of hair around his finger.
The two of them stayed outside for another few minutes and then they walked back inside. Esme walked up to check on Jessie. She was fine. She stood in front of her crib glancing lovingly at her daughter.
Charlie walked in and wrapped his arms around her again.
"You're quite affectionate today, Charlie," she giggled looking up at him.
"Do you not like it? I can stop being affectionate," he said starting to unwrap his arms from around her.
"Don't even think about it, Weasley," she giggled.
He chuckled. "So, I go from Charlie to Weasley in a matter of seconds."
"She looks so peaceful sleeping. She's a bit of a handful when she's awake."
"Like mother like daughter," Charlie teased tickling her sides.
"Hey no fair," she giggled again trying to push him away in vain.
"Oh, Merlin. I love your laugh," he said.
She smirked. "I just remembered I can cast a spell on you."
"You've already had me under your spell for ages, Essie," he grinned.
She cast a silent Rictusempra that caused Charlie to fall on the floor laughing uncontrollably his hands still resting on her waist so he pulled her down with him.
"What's going on here?" Molly asked.
"Your son decided to tickle me and I fought back with a Rictusempra," she explained to the Weasley matriarch who was also trying to stifle a laugh.
"Alright, my stomach is starting to hurt from all this laughing," Charlie complained.
Esme smiled and undid the spell and Charlie sat up. She was sitting on Charlie's lap.
"Thank you," Charlie thanked her.
"No problem. Where did you did you get that nickname from?"
"I just thought it was a cute nickname for Esme."
"Okay. I like it. Though it's also the name of a muggle cosmetics company."
"How do you know that?"
"Unfortunately, my mum used all those products in her beauty shop."
"Do you not want me to call you that?"
She smiled. "It's fine, Charlie."
Charlie nodded.