My son can't be this cute

"Goodbye, Daddy!" Little Teddy clasped his hands into a trumpet shape and shouted. The military doctor who was about to leave froze for a moment and almost fell down. He waved his hands and left quickly.

"They have a good relationship." Angelo blinked while packing the dishes.

"Yes." Little Teddy nodded, resting his chin on his hands was a bit bored, although he wanted to go, but it would only cause trouble for his fathers, pinching his short legs, the boy sighed faintly .

"A chocolate cake with extra chocolate, a cup of hot milk, and two spoons of sugar."

Angelo turned around and looked at the man in a suit and leather shoes, with a smile on his lips, raised his eyebrows and asked, "May I ask who you are?"

"Micky!" Without waiting for Mycroft to answer, Little Teddy yelled happily, and ran over to hug the former's thigh, blinking his big eyes.

"I thought you'd come to me at night."

"I'm used to timing." Mycroft smiled, stroking the boy's curly hair.

"But I can't eat chocolate cake anymore." Little Teddy sighed softly, and touched his full belly. Chocolate is good, but it's not what a Sherlock Holmes should have Behavior.

"That's such a pity, your father wasn't so good when he was a child." Mycroft said as he picked up little Teddy and kissed him on the nose.

"He's not very good now." Little Teddy put his arms around the other's neck and sighed again like a little adult.

"You have to teach him well." Mycroft smiled and talked about the Mr. Detective with his nephew, while Angelo looked at the two dubiously at the side, thinking, the clever Mr. Detective is just bigger. In fact, he is only 12 years old?

"I will." Little Teddy nodded, showing a mouthful of white teeth, "I have already made a plan, how to be a good son, when my father is not good, I have to make him a little better, we all I know he can be quite capricious at times."

"You are a good son." Mycroft smiled appreciatively, he turned his head slightly to look at the big man, and the corner of his mouth raised an arc, "Then when they come over, please tell Sherlock that I kidnapped His son."

"Wait, kidnapping?" Angelo's eyes widened. "Who are you?"

"Just put it this way." Mycroft waved his black long-handled umbrella, and left at the rhythm of his own Mycroft Holmes, leaving a bewildered Angelo there. daze.

On the other hand, Watson and his cohabitants ran here and there like nightcrawlers. When they were hardly out of breath, they ran like the most cunning mice through all kinds of weird routes, at least in this Watson's opinion. Strange, hell, the ex-military doctor jjj in his heart, in front of him was the arc of Sherlock's long trench coat and a ravine more than ten meters deep, located between the two buildings.

"John, follow up!" The agile detective continued to call without looking back.

Watson closed his eyes, cursed his cohabitant and continued to follow. He must never bring Teddy out to run around with Sherlock in the future. This will affect the education of children too much, although courage is very important. It's important, but it doesn't mean that they have to use this method of several paragraphs to educate Teddy. The man who invaded Afghanistan has not realized that he has divided a certain Mr. Detective, whose mental age is still at the age of 12, into his camp problems, such as the education of "their" children.

The black nanny car drove smoothly on the roads of London. Even though it was off-duty time, as long as Mycroft was around, it didn't seem to be a problem at all.

"Micky, where are we going?" Little Teddy asked as he sat on Mycroft's lap, pinching his cheek with his little hand.

Anthea glanced at them from the co-pilot and smiled. Her boss is not the amiable Santa Claus, and only a man from the Holmes family can make various intimate gestures to each other without fear, although that Sherlock Holmes hasn't been done in a long time.

"Go back to your house." Mycroft rubbed Little Teddy's curly hair, and sighed in his heart. It feels good, um, the long-lost feeling.

Five minutes later, a black nanny car stopped at the entrance of Baker Street. The door was opened very arrogantly during the golden hour of traffic jam. A man in a suit was holding a little boy in his arms and wearing a teddy bear hat. Very cute appearance.

"Micky, I think everyone is watching us." Little Teddy whispered in Mycroft's ear.

"Ignore them, let's go in, we still have business to do later." Mycroft patted Little Teddy's buttocks and replied.

"Business?" The big light-colored eyes rolled around, looked at the man who was fixing the door knocker, and smiled, "You want to see Gray, right?"

Mycroft raised his eyebrows and pinched the other's little nose, "I have to check it myself."

"You will be satisfied." Little Teddy rubbed each other's noses and giggled, and the two Holmes showed their affection again in the eyes of the crowd who were blocked for half an hour.

"But honestly, Micky, what excuse did you use to call Gray?"

Mycroft smirked, "What do you think?" Throwing the question to little Teddy again, who thought for a moment, his pale eyes wide open like plump almonds.

"You didn't use that method, did you?"

"Hmm, I reported him."

"He will jump up." Little Teddy giggled, saying so, but he also really wanted to see his father being irritated and unable to resist, only Mycroft had it in this world. This ability, after all, the head of MI27 has been bullying his younger brother for [-] years.

"My dear Teddy, you don't know what he did to my pocket three months ago."

"Again your papers?"

"More than that." Mycroft looked at little Teddy with the eyes of the troublemaker who caused me a lot of trouble.

"You're a bad guy, Micky." Little Teddy put his arms around the man's neck and kissed the man on the cheek, "But I like it, he always makes us angry."

"So sometimes I have to teach him a lesson." Mycroft continued his nephew's words with a smile.

"Yes, my dear Micky." Little Teddy squinted his eyes at each other, and the two Holmes reached an agreement on bullying the other Holmes—brother!Dad!It is for bullying.