When Frank had originally asked her to come to America with him, Molly had been all kinds of apprehensive. She had so much going for her in England and what would happen if she left it all behind to go somewhere new? What if something happened to her family or she wasn't able to get back to them for some reason? There were a million terrible scenarios that were playing in her head, all revolving around what might happen if she left. Ultimately, it had been Dominique that convinced that she had to go. It was clear to the Weasley-turned-Rousseau that Molly was meant to be with Frank and if she saw that, well... It had to be true. Okay, so Molly had always known it was true, but the fact that someone else also saw it just made it that much more real.

So, while she was a little reluctant, Molly decided to pack up her bags and take a risk. She would take this chance on Frank and see what happened. She wanted him to know that she supported him in his Quidditch dream, but it was leaving her family that was going to be the hard part. Molly was probably one of the most family oriented people out there and the idea of not being near them killed her. But for the good of their relationship, she knew that she had to make some sacrifices. Frank couldn't be the only one that gave and gave, no matter how much she wished things worked that way. He would do everything he could to make her happy and in return, the least she could do was try. If she didn't, she was no better than anyone else, really.

Her eyes were focused on Binx as he stretched out, rolling onto his side to allow some sun to get to his stomach. That cat was ridiculous, but she loved him just like that. It was a relief that he was adjusting rather well to life in America. The time difference had taken some adjusting too, especially when it came to meal time. As cute as he was, he was a demanding little thing that drove her absolutely batty. Then again, he seemed to be bothering Frank more and more with every day that passed. It probably had something to do with the wolfiness, but hey, it let her sleep more!

She didn't even hear it when the lock on the door turned and really, it wasn't until she smelled the coffee that she realized Frank was back. Only after that did he finally speak and she turned a little on the couch to look over at him. "Only half awake. Nothing some coffee can't cure, though," she said, offering him a smile. Binx's response was to give a lazy little yawn and meow in Frank's direction. "I can't complain too much. What about you?" It was strange for her, but Molly was still in her pajamas. It was looking like it was going to be a lazy day. Really, that was probably something that she needed.