"Yeah, okay," Molly says, her smile barely bitten back. There's no sense in hiding how pleased she feels, how relieved, both for her own sense of freedom and the security that comes with knowing Abigail is in the best possible care. She's seen Jessica with her plenty of times over the past months, knows just how good she is with her, natural in a way that she's never been herself. Were it a stranger standing here with her now, someone with whom she hadn't had a chance for that to be the case, she doubts she would ever stop worrying. As it is, she really can just move forward from here, and let them do so, too, and not have to try not to let their lives intersect. Jessica is one of the closest friends she's got here; if anything, this is only going to make that even truer.

And with her blessing, an encouragement that doesn't seem anything less than genuine, Molly doesn't think she needs to feel guilty about wanting to do something to celebrate — to do something for herself, which she's had so little opportunity to do since around the time she first found out she was pregnant to begin with. She's had nearly two years of being uncertain and uncomfortable, and now, finally, that doesn't have to be the case anymore. "I think I will. I... think we should all get that right now, anyway."

Jessica may have had plenty of time with Abigail, but they ought to have a chance to bond now, under these different circumstances, the way things are going to be from here on out. Just thinking about that makes Molly feel that much better about the whole thing, as if she needed that at all.