The lawyer keeps on blabbing and at this point I think it's kind of silly that he does, given that we've already done all of the legal parts. But I guess he probably wants a good review, and I know that I'm a congressperson so he's probably trying to brag about that as well, not to mention that Molly's made a very good name for herself in public service too. Now that I think about it, this lawyer is pretty lucky to have landed everything about this case. We're good friends. We're both in very reputable positions. (Mine maybe a little less than Molly's, depending on who you ask, but there's always someone who hates the figureheads in government.) This is probably as smooth of a high profile case that you could ever get.

But I'm paying less and less attention to his words, and instead trying to get myself used to the idea of being Abigail's mom. I'm crying, I just realized. I'm crying, not so much that my makeup's going to run, but I'm pretty sure I can feel this damp spot in Abigail's hair and I feel a little bad about showing emotion, but not so bad that I'm going to stop everything and try to make myself stop.

Women are too often in places where they're told to stop being so emotional. I won't let this be one of them.

"She's going to be so wonderful for me," I tell Molly. And whoa, my voice is really going. "I get to be a mother here, I get to be a mother with a child. I can't... I can't thank you enough. I really can't."

Abigail starts to wiggle and whimper, and she's probably uncomfortable, so I turn my attention back to her. "Shhh, it's okay. We'll get to go home soon."