Shelly was pacing around the living room. She was worried. It had been three days since Colt had left the bedroom, taken a shower, or eaten anything.

The redhead wasn't ill, otherwise she wouldn't be anxious like that.

It was something else. A week ago, Colt discovered something that deeply disturbed him.

Pam, the woman he spent 30 years calling 'Mom' and Bull, the man he spent just as much time calling 'Dad'... Were not his legal parents.

He was adopted at birth.

The Argentinian woman could understand that this kind of news could affect anyone. But she didn't understand why Colt was making such a big deal out of it. This idiot was a drama queen, sure. But that was too much.

Stopping abruptly, she made an angry noise.

Laying in Colt's chair, Kit looked up, intrigued.

Finally, the Argentina sighed. She couldn't stay mad at her man, especially when he was feeling so down.

She walked to the kitchen and opened the fridge. She took out a jar of peanut butter and placed it on the counter before turning to the upstairs cupboards. After searching for a moment, she found an opened package of sliced ​​crustless white bread.

"Perfect."

She took a plate and a knife and started making sandwiches. Colt's favorites.

A few minutes later, a tray with a glass of orange juice and four peanut butter sandwiches in her hands, Shelly knocked on their bedroom door.

No answer.

She opened the door with her elbow and entered.

Colt was wrapped in the duvet, facing the nightstand, he had a red nose and messy hair like she had never seen him before.

Shelly sighed and came to sit next to him. Colt turned his head away.

"I made you sandwiches, darling."

She placed the tray next to the redhead.

"I'm not hungry."

"They're peanut butter," she crooned.

"...Without crust ?"

"Without crust !"

Colt looked at the board, then at Shelly.

"I don't deserve you" he said as he stood up, placing the tray on his knees.

Shelly watched him as he bit into his first sandwich, a little too vigorously for someone who wasn't hungry.

His eyes were swollen. He had cried... But why?

"Colt...?"

"Hmm ?"

"Aside... Aside from the fact that you're not taking it well... I mean... Why did you burst into tears again? I thought you were more angry than anything else by now."

The policeman slowly chewed his sandwich. It seemed as if he was deliberately making her wait for his reaction, as if it would discourage Shelly to know the answer.

But as frank and straightforward as her question had been, the businesswoman would be just as patient for her idiot to answer her.

Colt finally swallows his mouthful.

"Think about it. I've been calling them my parents ever since I could talk. And ever since they... adopted me, they've been calling me their son. So 31 years to be exact. In 31 years, they could still have considered talking to me about it, right ?"

"I'm not sure if I get it..."

"Shell'... If they didn't do it when I was 7, when I was 18 or even when I was 25... It's because they never intended to tell me."

"Oh..."

So that was the problem. Indeed, it was not pleasant to understand that his 'false' parents were going to keep the secret for a lifetime.

"They have lied to me since I was able to call them 'Dad' and 'Mom' and they would have been able to lie to me until the end of their lives! Do you understand Shelly? I can not stand it !"

They sat like that for a moment, in silence, then, unable to say anything else, Colt bit into his sandwich angrily, wolfing it down before starting a second one. A tear escaped her eye and ran down his cheek.

Shelly sighed and wiped her love's cheek before placing a little kiss on it.

"I know exactly what will cheer you up."

"What ?"

"A good bath !"

The redhead stared daggers at her.

"Thanks for the support, appreciate it."

"No seriously, you stink."

"She's making damn fun of me !"

The businesswoman burst out laughing and managed to get the shadow of a smile from Colt.

"Come on now. Otherwise I'll drag you by the scruff of your butt to the bathroom !"

"Ok, ok fine, I'm going !" Colt said as he took the last sandwich from his plate, leaving the blanket behind.

Once in the bathroom, he started to take off his pyjamas but stopped when he saw Shelly also come in and undo her ponytail.

"Um... Yeah right? A little privacy please? No need to watch me, I'm going to take this bath !"

"Oh, but you don't understand! I'll take the bath with you !"