“That’s what he’s trying to take.”
My FIL didn’t respond right away. Then he said something I didn’t expect.
“If you want to protect yourself… and the kids… You need to marry me.”
I stared at him. “That’s not funny.”
“I’m not joking.”
“I don’t have anything.”
“But that doesn’t even make sense.”
“Legally, it does. I can file to adopt them.”
I shook my head. “Peter, you’re 67.”
“And you’re their mother. That’s what matters.”