"It was a declarative question," she countered, still completely at odds with everything going on around her. She didn't think she could be more surprised than when she showed up here in the first place, but then... well, she found how very, very wrong she could be.
"I vaguely remember Mac." Molly had never paid very much attention to him other than when he was with Dom. She didn't think very much of him at first, that was something she did remember. She'd never necessarily seen what Dom saw in him. "So... you had an accident with your ex and it ended up in twins. Got it. Okay well... Gran would have kittens over this," she muttered. Both good and bad ones, she assumed. But, for what it was worth, Molly was happy if Dom was happy.
"Twins... goodness. Do you know whether you're having boys or girls? DO you have names picked out yet? Or baby furniture?" Molly's brain immediately began to shift to mum-mode. Dom may be older than her now, but to Molly, she would always be her younger cousin. The one she taught to do dangerous trick after dangerous trick. And now... now she was going to be a mum.