My son can't be this cute

Watson doesn't know how many people named Sherlock Holmes exist in this world, but they look so similar to his roommate, and no matter their age or those unique light-colored eyes, they are shouting to themselves: This is the child of Sherlock Holmes!

The cohabitant has a child, and Watson feels that he has several more problems. First of all, judging by his not too bad observation skills, Sherlock Holmes is definitely still single, unless he is married to a job or a skull Now, that's all right, skulls and jobs are obviously sterile, and then they're both men, and none of them has experience with babysitting, and he doesn't know how to change diapers and make milk, well, Watson glanced Looking at the child in his arms, he doesn't need to worry about changing diapers at his age, but God, how can two big men take care of a little cutie!

Watson felt that his psychological fluctuations were so strong that the cutie in his arms woke up, yawned a little, rubbed against each other, looked at him with sleepy eyes, and smiled cutely.

"Daddy, it's great that you're still here."

Some switches were flipped in Watson's brain, and they were now officially named the Invulnerability to All Lovely Things switch.

"God, you're punishing me because I've been hesitating to step into marriage. It's fucking good. I surrender. Having a kid will never be a problem. They're damn sweet!" 29 at the time Dr. John jjj in his heart, only those big eyes and little furry ears in his mind.

"Daddy?" Little Cutie tilted her head in confusion, and Little White shook her hands.

"What?" Watson came back to his senses and asked subconsciously.

"I'm hungry." The aggrieved voice sounded, and with the long eyelashes and shining eyes, Dr. John stood up in a daze, and hugged the cutie again.

"Then let's go eat."

"Good!" Putting his arms around the man's neck, Teddy Holmes kissed him resoundingly on the cheek, "You are so kind."

The switch was turned on again, and the cuteness index exploded. John almost forgot the fact that he was crippled, and Mr. Crutches was under more pressure than usual.

Open the refrigerator door, there is no pasta, only intestines, close the refrigerator door, Watson once again emphasized that he absolutely absolutely must revise the agreement, intestines cannot be placed in the refrigerator.

"There is nothing else, except food." The immature voice sounded, and Watson looked at the other person in surprise. The latter blinked, "The refrigerator can only store food, right?"

"Yes... um... Teddy?" Watson said with difficulty.

"Yes, Teddy Holmes." Affirmative tone and soft smile.

"Sherlock Holmes is yours..." The doctor hesitated, with a pair of blue eyes full of unbearable.

"Dad." Nodding affirmatively again, the little cutie blinked.

Watson decided to shut up because Little Teddy's belly was rumbling and she was hungry.

"Shall we go to the restaurant for dinner?" Watson asked Little Teddy for advice, and received a soft response and a trusting hug.

It's like holding a special Christmas candy, the packaging is gorgeous, and the inside is full of fragrant milk flavor, which makes people feel soft in the heart. On the other hand, Dr. Watson's dislike of cohabitants has increased to a higher level , besides abandoning the cohabitant on the first day of cohabitation and not returning all night, and putting intestines and spaghetti together, oh no, damn it, it’s not cohabitation, it’s just sharing the rent, God, Dr. John rolled his eyes and cursed in his heart , Anyone who abandons children is an asshole.

There was no food at home, so Watson could only change his clothes and take Teddy to a nearby restaurant for dinner.

The waiter in charge of ordering food was fat and looked a bit fierce. Watson hesitated for a while, because he was worried that Teddy would feel scared, but judging from the relaxed expression of the other party, he thought too much.

"What do you want to eat?" Watson lowered his head and asked the little Teddy on the left. The latter raised his face, his big eyes were curved, "Spaghetti."

Watson raised his eyebrows, feeling a little happy. His favorite is pasta, but he has eaten pasta three times in a row, and he really doesn't want to see it again in the short term, so he ordered a traditional English dish. For breakfast, there is bacon, fried eggs and fried mushrooms.

"Don't fry..." Watson raised his head and said to the waiter, but after thinking about it, he swallowed the thing about not frying mushrooms, because it was obviously not good to be a picky eater in front of children.

"Don't fry the mushrooms, thank you." Little Teddy poked his head out and said softly. The fat waiter smiled and blinked his eyes to show that he understood. His ferocious face softened because of this action.

Once again, his mind was guessed, Watson turned his head to look at Little Teddy, who tilted his head and asked, "What's the matter, Daddy?"

"That." Watson coughed and asked curiously, "Why do you keep calling me Daddy?"

Little Teddy scratched his cheek, this action made the furry hat crooked a little, Watson raised his hand to put the hat on, he did these movements not at all bluntly, very natural.

With sparkling eyes, Teddy happily gave the answer, "Because you are my daddy!"

"And Sherlock?"

"Dad!"

He took it for granted, wishing that the whole world knew that Sherlock was the father, Watson, but he was the only one who didn't know. The man's cheeks were a little stiff, and the kind waiter brought the breakfast in time.

Watson decided to pause for a while. I heard that when there is a lack of food and timely supplies, the brain's thinking will slow down, so it is because he hasn't had breakfast that he can't understand the meaning of the other party. Doctor John thought hard.

"Eat it, Daddy, or it won't taste good when it's cold." Little Teddy urged, stirring the pasta with a child's fork in his left hand.

"Oh." Watson replied blankly, and picked up the fork in his right hand to eat the fried egg. This morning's stimulation was a bit too much, and he needed to add more protein.

Little Teddy looks good and is very polite. He is not at all like the kid next to him. His mouth is full of sauce. God, that bad boy looked over. He kept staring at Little Teddy. He flirted. Suddenly, Watson twisted his body and completely blocked the little boy's sight.

"Daddy, what's the matter?" Little Teddy looked up at Watson's awkward posture and asked.

"It's okay, eat quickly." Watson said innocently.

"Oh." Little Teddy nodded, rolled a piece of spaghetti and stopped, looked at Watson with big eyes, bit his lip and asked, "Can I eat your fried tomatoes?"

"Of course it can." Watson breathed a sigh of relief, thinking that the other party was about to say something amazing, so he inserted a small tomato and handed it over, but immediately thought that this seemed not very good, but Little Teddy didn't mind it anymore. I ate it.

"Can you feed me the little sausage?" Swallowing the little tomato, Teddy pointed to the nice-looking sausage on the plate.

"can."

"Eggs, um, no yolks."

"A little bit of meat."

At the end, Watson found that there was only meat and some sausages left on the plate, and Little Teddy touched his swollen belly and shook his head, saying that he couldn't eat any more.

Well, Dr. John had to resign himself to eating what was left, and then ate a big plate of spaghetti.

After breakfast, Watson led Little Teddy home. As soon as he entered the house, before the door was closed, a big hand with well-defined bones stretched out, pinching the time precisely to block Watson's movements.

Curly black hair, a pair of light-colored eyes, and clear lip lines, and the black collar that stood up made him look a little serious.

"John, I remember that the agreement did not mention that you have children." The man glanced at the hands they were holding and said calmly, his tone seemed to be talking about today's weather, a bit windy but not too cold to death.

John stared at each other with wide eyes, God, is there something wrong with his ears, wait, this is not right!

"Sherlock, I think this should be me asking you, Teddy is your child!"

Sherlock raised his eyebrows, and looked at Little Teddy like a sophisticated electronic instrument. Two pairs of identical eyes met.

"Hi, Father!" Little Teddy grinned and greeted, his pearl-colored teeth gleaming.