“Sweetheart, you know you won’t have to work a day job anyway. You’ll get your inheritance as soon as you graduate and be fine.”

I laughed. “That’s not the point. The inheritance I’m getting is small potatoes compared to what Flynn got. I’m going to invest it so it grows and will hopefully keep me comfortable in my retirement years. I’m going to have a lot of cats to feed by then,” I joked. To be honest, I think the joke went over my father’s head. It was probably for the best though. I held out my hand. “Now, let me see those papers so I can make sure the lawyers involved didn’t write a bunch of stupid stuff that’s entirely unnecessary.”

My father laughed at me. “You know, I’m so glad I raised a girl wise enough to call them out on that. They really do write a ridiculous amount of nonsense into those contracts.”

I glanced through the pages, there were nine in all. Any money, funds, inheritance, and property owned by each person would remain solely theirs upon divorce. Money made by each individual during the marriage would also remain theirs, see exceptions, yadda, yadda. Spousal support and/or a settlement amount would be factored in cases of harm befalling a spouse from another. I didn’t realize spousal abuse would be covered, so I guess that was good to know. If children were produced during the marriage, child support would be based around custody arrangements provided via court decree.

That wouldn’t be an issue, since I wasn’t Tucker’s type at all. I continued scanning the document. Wow, there was a provision for children that might be produced during the marriage, but with other partners. That was a little gross, but considering the circumstance, I supposed it was necessary. Those children would be provided for only by the biological parent. There were percentages of my father’s business that I would get as well as other various contingencies.

It all seemed to be in order and there was nothing I found missing. No matter what, I would be financially capable of taking care of myself when the sham of a marriage finally came to a close, which it was bound to do. I picked up a pen, ready to sign my name, initial, and date in all the appropriate places. My father’s hand stayed my own before I could get started though.

“Are you absolutely sure you want to do this?”

I nodded my head, brushed his hand aside, and signed my life away. Then I had my father take them back to the courier who had been waiting for me to finish. I supposed his lawyer didn’t want to leave anything to chance by not being prepared. He also, I noted, did not want to be here in person. I assumed that was because he disliked our last meeting. Oh freaking well.

Mina: Prenup signed, headed back to lawyer now. Should come your way next. Did you have dates for me?