"I... Does that sound awful?" Molly asks, nose wrinkling, though it isn't enough to keep her from smiling. "Wanting to celebrate? Because I kind of do." It's been such a long year, and she feels so relieved. She just has to keep reminding herself that it isn't like she's gotten rid of something, just shrugged off some burden never to think about it again. Instead, she's found a situation where they all win, they all wind up happier, and that really does seem worthy of celebrating. Besides, it's rare enough that she feels this light as it is. She probably ought to try to make the most of that while she can, because even now, it doesn't seem likely to last.

There's too much wrong with her for that. On some level, she knows it, that her head hasn't been right for a long time now, but this is not the time to stop and try to focus on that. She'll have plenty of time later to deal with that. Right now, she's happy, Jessica's happy, and there's no law that says that shouldn't be the case. Hell, on some level, it's probably a good thing, however convinced a part of her might be that this should have been a little more difficult, more emotional, for her.

Instead, it just feels right. And it isn't like she intends to stop being Jessica just because Jessica is Abigail's mother now. She has no problem knowing her, seeing her, being around her. The right person is just Abigail's parent. She's felt detached from the beginning, anyway, never having a sense of motherhood settle on her, so it isn't as if she's lost anything here or has some arduous transition to make. As far as she's concerned, everything is as it should be. "And of course I will. Come to you, with anything."