Molly scrunched up her face at the thought of an eight year old. "I'm not a cougar." Yet.
In typical girly-girl fashion, Molly cued in with the 'aww's when Sarah described how it had happened. "He's really cute, Sar. Tell him to find someone like him for me. Someone who doesn't mind gossiping cripples, preferably." She had questions about certain details but Molly gave up on it. She knew enough to get by for now and she wasn't going to press anything - she was too tired and too wrapped up in how cute Sarah and her man meat were.