The next morning Charlie woke up first, with his hand resting on his girlfriend's chest and a slowly growing erection. It's much too early for this. He jumped up and hurried to take a shower to get his mind out of the gutter.

"Morning, Charlie," she greeted as she got up and made her way to take Charlie's spot in the shower.

"Morning love," he smiled kissing her cheek then swatting her arse as she passed by.

"Hands to yourself, Charlie," she scolded.

Charlie walked out of the bathroom to check on their daughter.

"Daddy!"

Charlie was caught off guard for a second even though he knows that she calls him 'daddy'.

"You all right, honey?" Esme asked walking into the room after her shower dressed in her uniform.

"Jessie just called me ' daddy'," Charlie smiled.

Esme smiled.

Charlie got Jessie dressed before leaving the room. Esme walked down the stairs to start the tea. Charlie walked down the stairs with Jessie and put her down in her high chair.

"So, what do want for breakfast, love?" he asked.

"As hungry as I am, I don't have much time to eat a big meal," Esme sighed.

"I'll make you a quick meal of toast and jam," Charlie said.

"Perfect!" she exclaimed.

Charlie nodded and got some jam and toasted bread.

"Are you okay with being Mr. Mum today?"

"I am. It seems like you're out of jam. This is the last dollop," Charlie said.

Esme sighed. "That's a shame, it's homemade from next door."

"Patrick made this?"

"It was."

"Maybe he has some more."

"Could you go check?" she asked kissing his cheek.

"Your lips are sticky, love," he chuckled wiping his cheek.

She smiled at him and left. He made some breakfast for himself and Jessie. After breakfast, he changed Jessie into an outfit. After awhile, he went over to Patrick's to check on the jam. He knocked on the door.

"Come in!"

Charlie walked in to see Patrick talking to a woman who looked a lot like Esme but twenty years older and with blue eyes.

"I just came over to see if you had more jam. We're out," Charlie asked politely just to get Patrick out of the room.

"I'll go check," Patrick said.

"Thanks."

Patrick nodded and walked out of the room.

"I'm Janet Quinn."

Charlie snapped. "I know exactly who you are, Mrs. Quinn."

"I've been told multiple times that Esme and I look alike except for the fact that she inherited her dad's eyes."

"And she inherited his compassion instead of your intolerance."

Before Janet could respond, Patrick walked in with a couple jars of jam.

"Thanks, Patrick."

"No problem, Charlie. Is Esme at work?" he asked.

"She is. I'm Mr. Mum today," he smiled cradling Jessie to his chest.

"This is my granddaughter?" Janet asked.

"What do you mean granddaughter?" Patrick asked.

"Esme is my daughter, you senile old fool," Janet said cruelly.

Patrick said. "I thought you looked so similar to Esme. She doesn't talk about you at all. I can see why."

"I'm her mum, she should talk about me."

Charlie glared at her. "The same mum who kicked her out on the streets when she found out she was expecting. You're lucky that my brother was there for her and insisted she stay with us!"

"She had no right being pregnant when Ruby miscarried the year before."

"Esme was there for her twin helping her grieve. The same mum that told her daughter that she couldn't contact her younger brother."

"She's a bad influence on Ben."

"If anything, you're a bad influence on Ben. He's doing great at his internship."

"I'm his mum, how can I be a bad influence," she gasped offended.

"Esme and Ben don't need you. I know Esme thinks of my parents as surrogate parents."

"Of course, she does. You guys are freaks like her," she said.

"Esme is not a freak. She just loves being magical."

"Ruby was always the smarter one not to buy into that magic malarkey. She probably got it from her dad's side."

Suddenly, there was an outburst of magic from Jessie that caused Janet to fall back.

"Now my granddaughter, is one of you freaks. I'm leaving," Janet huffed walking out of Patrick's house.

Charlie looked at Patrick as he sat down. "You don't look too fazed about magic."

"My wife Dot was a squib and that's not the first time Jessie has showed magic while she was here," Patrick explained.

"Oh, okay."

"So, how long have you and Esme been together?"

Charlie smiled. "Four days now."

Patrick nodded. The two of them continued talking. A few hours later, there was a knock on the door.

"Come in!"

Esme walked in.

"Mummy!" Jessie yelled running towards her mum.

Esme smiled and picked up her daughter as Charlie got up to greet her with a kiss on the cheek.

"How was your day at work, love?"

"It was good, how was your day with Jessie?"

"Good."

Esme nodded. They stayed for a few more minutes and said goodbye to Patrick.

"You know your mum was over at Patrick's when I got there," Charlie mentioned.

"She was?"

Charlie nodded. "I stood up for you and Jessie showed magic."

"Thanks, Charlie," she smiled at him.

Charlie made some dinner as Esme gave Jessie a bath.

"Dinner's ready!"

"Be right there!"

Charlie put down the food on the table and moved over Jessie's high chair. Esme and Jessie joined him at the table a few minutes later. Charlie put her to bed.

"I still have a little work to do, I'll meet you up in bed in a few hours," Esme told Charlie.

"Okay, love."

Esme stayed downstairs for a few more hours then went up to bed. She wasn't expecting Charlie to be awake.

"Charlie, you didn't need to wait up. I'm sure you're tired," she said starting to undress.

Charlie yawned. "It's fine, love. We can sleep in tomorrow since it's Saturday."

"Sounds good to me," she said crawling into bed and cuddling up to him.

They fell asleep.

—

It was a couple days later, Esme was home when she received a frantic call from her brother.

"What's going on?" she asked.

"I asked out this beautiful new healer named Carmen Mendoza, she's a transfer from Spain," he sighed.

Esme giggled. "That's great, Benny."

"I'm incredibly nervous, maybe a group date will ease my nerves."

"I like that idea, I'll call Bee and ask if she and John would go with you."

"I was hoping that you and Charlie would come too."

Esme fibbed. "We're not together yet."

"What is he waiting for?" he asked.

"I'm not sure."

They finished their call and Esme walked into the kitchen.

"Hey love," Charlie greeted wrapping his arms around her from behind.

She leaned into him and took in his scent.

"Who was that on the floo?" Charlie asked.

"Ben. He has a date with a fellow healer. He's insanely worried. He wanted to know if there was a possibility for a group date."

"Sounds good to me."

Esme nodded. "I fibbed to him and said that we're not together yet."

Charlie laughed in her ear. "We certainly are."

"We are."