My son can't be this cute

"You should take the girl you like." Watson kissed the boy's little nose.

"There is no girl I like." Little Teddy shook his head, looking at each other with big round eyes, "Only Daddy and Daddy."

"What about Mycroft? Don't you like him very much?" Sherlock had already finished eating, and he didn't usually eat much. He was looking at his son with his hands on his lips and asked slowly.

"Oh, you said Micky." Little Teddy bent his eyes, looked at Watson's curious eyes and smiled, "Because Micky will take us there, he likes to take us to eat delicious food."

"He'll be sad to hear that, Teddy." Watson said, ruffling the little guy's curly hair.

"He won't, he has Gray." Teddy muttered, the voice was too low for Watson to hear clearly, and Angelo came over and said that the restaurant was about to close, and he had an appointment today.

"Oh, yes, we've finished eating. Have a nice date, Angelo." Watson said with a smile.

"Thank you for your blessing." Angelo blinked, seeing Watson and the others as a happy family of three, the injured military doctor could only purse his lips in embarrassment.

After leaving the restaurant, the night breeze was a bit chilly. Little Teddy, nestled in Watson's arms, sneezed, wrinkled his nose and waved to his father.

"Dad, I'm going to stay under your coat."

Sherlock didn't object, took his son and stuffed it into the coat. Little Teddy sighed contentedly, but still asked, "Dad, did you often stuff Mr. Skull into the coat before?"

"Well, it's the same as you are now." Sherlock said as he walked while holding the other party.

"Am I important or Mr. Skull?" Pulling his father's blue scarf, Little Teddy raised his face and asked softly, but his eyes showed that if you say I'm not important, I'll cry for you.

"You are important."

Watson looked at the pair of father and son with a smile. Although they were a little different from ordinary people, they were father and son after all. Although Sherlock was a little immature, he was still a father after all, but the next words of the cohabitant successfully made the military doctor's face stiff for a moment.

"So don't do any tricks on it." With a warning tone, Little Teddy pouted a little dissatisfied.

"I'm the most important thing, you have to remember." Little Teddy murmured as he hugged his father's neck and curled up into a ball.

The distance was not far, just a few minutes, but this day seemed to Watson as long as a lifetime. The events of Afghanistan and Baker Street were intertwined into a colorful oil painting, and the person holding the paintbrush was called Sherlock Holmes.

Little Teddy had already fallen asleep when he got home, and there was only a small ball nestled in Sherlock's coat. The little pink mouth would pout slightly, and the long eyelashes spread docilely on the fair skin.

The two of them didn't talk, they just walked into Sherlock's room tacitly, and put the boy on the bed. The little hands hugged Sherlock's neck tightly, and when they were pulled apart, their eyebrows frowned, as if they were about to cry. Yes, Watson coaxed the other side comfortingly, which didn't wake the boy up.

After covering the quilt and closing the door, the two men glanced at each other and breathed a sigh of relief. It turns out that taking care of children is much more difficult than solving the case.

"So now, there is no case, no one else, we can talk?" Watson asked, looking up at his cohabitant.

"If you want." Sherlock moved towards the fireplace, Mrs. Hudson hadn't returned yet, the flame in the fireplace had been extinguished, he frowned, and then sat calmly on his own sofa, light-colored Eyes fixed on Watson.

Sighing, the military doctor resigned himself to lighting the fire and adding more firewood.Sherlock withdrew his gaze in satisfaction, put his legs together and squatted like a cat, appearing quiet and docile.

The bright blue flame ignited, illuminating and warming the small living room. Watson sat on his own sofa and pursed his lower lip to signal that the other party could talk.

"He is my son." Sherlock began with a statement. Watson put his hands on his knees and nodded slightly to show that he was listening. His blue eyes were very clear and focused under the light.

"And you are his daddy."

"Sherlock, I want to know the truth. I don't want you to repeat something. I remember you said that you don't like repetition." Watson frowned and said.

"But this is the truth."

"Are you trying to convince me that two men will have children? And I'm sure I haven't lost my memory and I've only known you for two days."

Sherlock raised his eyebrows, "John, sometimes the truth is the most unbelievable one, and when you exclude what is not, the impossible is the truth, no matter how much it sounds like a ridiculous novel."

"Oh God, Sherlock, are you really kidding?"

"Yes." Sherlock nodded, looking at the stunned military doctor, Sherlock began to explain, "John, Teddy is not from our world, I think it's time travel, because I'm sure I haven't had sex with him , The current technology is not so advanced that two men can give birth to a child."

"So, is that true?" The military doctor asked cautiously again. In some respects, John Watson had the same strong receptivity as the Holmes family, but it took a little longer.

"I think so, although that's beyond my common sense and yours." Sherlock nodded slightly, his light-colored eyes always in a very calm state.

"God..." John j□j, he bit his lip and looked in the direction of the room.

"Then, we'll talk about the rest tomorrow, good night, John." Sherlock got up and decided to take a shower first and then go to sleep.

"Wait, Sherlock, I think we have to talk in more detail."

"Please, John, I'm sleepy." Sherlock turned and rolled his eyes.

"God, it's not a normal thing, it's not like you eat a sandwich and realize it's not beef but pork, God, that's a kid, and it's you and my kid!"

"John, to be precise, it is the child of Sherlock Holmes and John Watson in a certain time and space who have the same genetics as you and me." Sherlock corrected sternly.

"That's not the point!" Watson growled, but quickly covered his mouth again, glanced at the bedroom, exhaled softly, and glared at his cohabitant.

"Relax, John, Teddy is not a case, and there will be no mistakes when we talk about it tomorrow." Sherlock walked into the bedroom after speaking, and there were some sounds of water in the room after a while.