My son can't be this cute

The big light-colored eyes looked at each other, staring wide, as if a little unbelievable.

The "clang" fork "accidentally" fell on the table, and bounced to Sherlock Holmes's trousers with inertia, chocolate and cream kissed Sherlock's expensive trousers.

Little Teddy hugged Sherlock's neck tightly, and whispered against his cheek, "I'm angry, Father."

"Sherlock!"

The roar of the military doctor alarmed the entire dining room. His little Teddy was looking at him with teary eyes, wanting to cry but not daring to cry. God, Sherlock actually said such capricious words to a six-year-old child. That's his son!

Everyone looked at the family of three. The father and son, who also had curly hair, were maintaining a stiff posture.John Watson, who always didn't like to attract others' attention, looked at his cohabitant with a cold face after his rant. This man who had invaded Afghanistan caused a lot of pressure in this small restaurant.

Sherlock looked up at his roommate, wondering, had he ever said that John looked good this way?Maybe not, but maybe he can mention it after he gets angry. Goldfish seem to like to be praised.

"Come here, Teddy." Doctor John looked at the cutie and let out a sigh of relief. The latter hesitated and got off his father's lap, sobbing in Watson's arms, moving his little head slowly. Like little animals seeking warmth and comfort.

Sherlock Holmes pursed his lips. The admiration just now had subsided. He watched his son acting like a baby in the arms of his cohabitant. He looked at the stains on his trousers, and finally raised his head to look directly at the angry man opposite him. Man, look like I'm right.Curly is a little devil and even stains his pants on purpose, he never eats anyone's spit, even if it's his son's.He didn't say this long sentence, because it would touch a certain childish nerve, and although he was childish enough in Dr. John's opinion, he was actually sitting opposite a stubborn 12-year-old boy instead of a quick one. Detective, the ex-military doctor thought silently.

"Sherlock, Teddy is your son, you can't treat a six-year-old child like this." The military doctor looked at the opposite detective seriously while comforting the little Teddy in his arms.

"Actually, I'm only six years old in four months, Daddy, I'm five years and eight months old now." Little Teddy raised his head and choked up, his big eyes were red.

"Yes! He is not even six years old, and you are already 27 years old, God, you are his father, you have to be patient with him, not to mention the small cakes he ate, even the spaghetti he ate. Eat it!" Dr. Watson said excitedly, although he has always been very calm, but Sherlock seemed to have challenged his nerve called tolerance and calm within two days. Sheng can understand little Teddy's mood very well. After pulling Little Teddy to his side in his heart, Watson will not be able to see this little guy being bullied, even if the perpetrator is his father, a smart and agile man.

"That's kind of disgusting." Sherlock frowned. Eating food in his head was a boring thing, let alone eating spaghetti his son had in his mouth.

"I won't let you eat this." Little Teddy turned his head and said to his father with red eyes, and there were tears on the long eyelashes.

Captured by Little Teddy's thoughtfulness and understanding, the military doctor lowered his head and kissed his curly hair, and comforted him: "Don't worry, Teddy, your father is just not used to him."

"Well, he just dislikes me a little bit." Little Teddy looked at his daddy with tears in his eyes and said choked up, clutching his daddy's clothes with his white and tender hands, and pursed his small mouth aggrievedly. , Repeating what a certain unscrupulous father said just now, the successful general doctor's anger was once again provoked.

"Sherlock, can't you comfort him!"

Mr. Sherlock Holmes, whose name was read with a low growl, raised his right hand, picked up the fork opposite, the fork that John Watson's lips had just touched intimately, and sent the chocolate cake into his mouth from a small plate , swallowed, rolled his eyes like a disaffected 12-year-old.

"That's it."

The big blue eyes and the light-colored pupils looked at each other in the air, passing words that they only understood.

"Don't you not eat other people's saliva?"

"You didn't ask me to comfort him."

"That's my fork!"

"Oh, I know."

"Damn it, that's my fork!"

"I didn't see it as chopsticks, John. Another reminder, it's Angelo's fork. You can only have it for a while. If you want to have it for a long time, you have to pay Angelo. In view of the favor he owes me, Maybe he'll give you a little discount."

The doctor who stared wide-eyed, Teddy who nodded his head, Angelo who stood aside and watched the play for a long time with a replacement fork in his hand, and the crowd of onlookers in the restaurant.

"I don't think you need a spare fork." Angelo shrugged his shoulders and grimaced again. "Good job, Sherlock, be gentle with your lover and son."

"Well, I accept your apology, Dad." Little Teddy showed a cute smile, and there were still tears on his flushed cheeks.

"Congratulations!" Everyone applauded together, sighed, and booed. Angelo's sonorous voice was close to a kiss. The corner of Dr. Watson's mouth twitched, and his whole body was as stiff as a statue. Together, they are discussing how much chocolate can make the cake the most delicious.

God Jesus Christ, He and His cohabitants are not in that relationship!Doctor John jjj in his heart, massaging his temples and closing his eyes, now he couldn't explain clearly.

"John, we have to go." A deep voice sounded, and Watson raised his head to look at his cohabitant, who curled up his lips like a black cat ready to hunt.

"Angelo, take care of Teddy for me." Sherlock rubbed Teddy's curly hair and said to the man.

"No problem." The big man made a good gesture and agreed with a smile.

"Teddy, stay here, we will pick you up later." Watson said gently.

"Okay, Daddy, don't worry about me, I will obediently wait for you to come back." Little Teddy nodded and smiled, with very beautiful white teeth.

"John!" The man who walked to the door shouted, like a feline ready for a big fight, full of excitement.

"Here we come!" Finally kissing the little guy's forehead, Watson quickly followed his cohabitant.