Just like that, it's over. Oh, it's far more complicated than that and Molly knows it, and anyway, like they've talked about, she isn't just cutting ties entirely, turning her back on Abigail and pretending none of this ever happened. She'll be glad to know her, to watch her grow up and flourish under Jessica's parentage. She just won't be — isn't — her mother, and that's not only fine by her, but the way she prefers it. She's never really felt like a parent anyway, and she's had nearly a year now to see if that was going to change, and it hasn't. While she's never really resented — and tried not to — Abigail's existence, she also never wanted this in the first place. She made a mistake, was a little less careful than she should have been, and had no other choice, at least for herself, but to see the consequences of that through. And thought there may have been brief moments when she's wished she could have made a different decision back then, she knows now that it's for the best that she didn't — maybe even for a reason, disinclined as she is to believe in fate or any shit like that.

Jessica is cut out to be a parent in a way that she never has been herself, and very likely never will be. Had she not given birth to Abigail, or had she arranged something like this sooner, then Jessica wouldn't now get to have a child of her own again. Maybe something else would have worked out at some point, but she has no way of knowing what or when or how. This — it's as neat a solution as she could have hoped for.

"She's really yours," she says with a nod, her smile wide and pleased. The lawyer nods his assent as well, going over some of the finer points, though Molly is only half-listening. The important part is taken care of, and she's had enough meetings here over the last few months to know how things are meant to work going forward. Given her relief, her happiness, it's hard to focus on the particulars of it now. "You're going to be so wonderful for her."