My son can't be this cute

When the morning light shone on Baker Street, the quilt in Sherlock's room moved, revealing black curly hair from inside, followed by a pair of big hazy eyes, blinked, yawned a little, and pouted his buttocks. After finishing the slippers, Little Teddy came to the living room like sleepwalking.

He touched the refrigerator as if his eyes were closed, opened the refrigerator on tiptoe, opened his eyes slightly to look for water, paused for a while, closed the refrigerator, opened it again after a while, and then widened his round eyes, Looking at the human head in disbelief, the latter maintained a stiff grin.

With lowered eyes, little Teddy pursed his lips, walked towards the couch in oversized slippers, threw off the slippers, and leaned on the man who was awake but didn't open his eyes, showing his small canine teeth, ah Wu bit on Sherlock's cheek.

"Teddy Holmes, let go of your mouth." Sherlock Holmes, who was being patient, said in a deep voice.

Opening his mouth, little Teddy sat on his father's stomach, looking at him with aggrieved eyes.

"Ivan scares me."

"I'm doing an experiment."

"He scares me."

"He's just an experimental material, he won't bite you."

"He, scared, I'm scared." Little Teddy lay on Sherlock's stomach, writhing and finally hummed, looking at his father with big eyes, still looking aggrieved, "I was frightened."

"I was bitten by you, and I was also frightened." Sherlock wiped the drool on his cheek in disgust, and said with a blank expression while looking at his son.

"I need chocolate cake comfort." Little Teddy demanded, puffing out his cheeks and staring at him.

"The teeth will be broken." Sherlock poofed his hair and walked into the bathroom with his son in his arms. Little Teddy writhed and screamed, "Dad, you touched my waist, it's very itchy!"

"Oh." In response, Sherlock continued to move into the bathroom with his son in his arms.

"Dad...haha...I'm going to be angry...Daddy!"

Watson was still rolling in the bed and refused to get up, but suddenly a child's scream woke him up. He didn't even wear slippers, and the military doctor rushed down from upstairs, and then rushed into Sherlock's bedroom, He stopped at the bathroom, pursed his lips, knocked on the door and shouted, "Sherlock, what's wrong with Teddy?"

The door was opened, and the naked little Teddy hugged Watson's thigh and complained, sobbing.

"Daddy, daddy bullied me!"

Watson squatted down and coaxed little Teddy while looking at his cohabitant, well, at this moment the man was wearing a white towel, showing his fair but not thin chest.

"I just want to help him take a bath." Sherlock pursed his lips. The sentence he slept on my bed without taking a shower yesterday. Rolled his eyes.

"You must have been rough with him."

"Well, he tickled me." Little Teddy rubbed his head in Watson's arms and complained. Watson was stunned, and it seemed that someone scratched his waist, and he felt uncomfortable. Twisting around, he was silent for a while and said, "Well, I'll give him a bath, and he'll catch a cold if he stays any longer." After speaking, he turned around and went out with the boy in his arms, and closed the door thoughtfully.

So, this is a father-son attribute, same tickle?

Watson shook his head and carried Little Teddy to the second floor to give him a bath, and finally took a bath himself, so at seven o'clock this morning, all three people in the 221B apartment on Baker Street took a morning bath.

After taking a bath, the fragrant and white little Teddy was wrapped in a white towel and wrapped in a sky blue blanket to keep warm, with only two big eyes blinking.The clothes were too dirty to wear, but the apartment where the two big men lived was not suitable for children. Watson had a headache. Their lovely Mrs. Hudson hadn't come back yet.

"I'm going to make breakfast now, Sherlock, don't let him get cold, and pay attention to the fireplace." Watson put the little Teddy in the arms of the cohabitant, and added some firewood to the fireplace, and the warm fire light roasted the little Teddy It was warm, he sighed comfortably.

Because he was in a hurry, Watson made the simplest sandwich, took one in his mouth and ate it himself, and prepared more elaborate ones for Sherlock and Teddy. He put the breakfast on a small round table near the fireplace, and Watson kneaded it Rubbed Teddy's curly hair.

"Sherlock, take care of Teddy, I need to go shopping." Watson ordered to his cohabitant while checking his things to make sure his wallet and mobile phone were packed.

Sherlock lazily responded, his right hand was stroking Teddy's hair, and the little guy was sighing submissively, he would not tell his father that he liked it very much if he was smoothed or something.

The flames in the fireplace were beeping, and Watson was about to leave, but after thinking about it, he told the man, "Even if there is a crime, don't leave him alone. If not, take him with you." Come over together and text me to let me know."

"En." Sherlock responded nasally.

After Watson left, Sherlock glanced at the breakfast and said, "Teddy, eat it quickly."

"Hey me." The coquettish boy rubbed against the man, his hair was a little messy, he looked at him, pinched his tender cheeks and said, "Teddy, you're making progress."

"You don't love me anymore." Little Teddy complained, staring sadly at his father with big eyes.

"It doesn't work for me." Sherlock snorted.

"You're a bad guy." Little Teddy pouted, and the four characters "I'm very angry" were written naked on that identical little face.

"I'm here and I won't leave." Sherlock said calmly, looking at each other with light eyes, "So you don't need to make me angry in these ways, you are my son, and I never said no."

When everyone thinks that Sherlock Holmes is the most unreasonable person in the world, on the contrary, he just perceives emotions more quickly than others, and then reacts selectively, grasping the essence of the problem. substance.

The long eyelashes trembled slightly, and the boy raised his small face, a little stubborn and a little fragile, "This is very strange, no one would accept a child as their son so naturally, even if they look very picture."

"I am not one of the many. I am Sherlock Holmes."

"You're a weirdo." Little Teddy buried his head in Sherlock's arms, clutching the other's shirt with his little hand, and said sullenly, "But I still love you, Dad."

Rubbing the little curly hair, he let him rub his tears and snot on his clothes. After waiting for a while, Sherlock let go of the other side, looked at the red eyes of little Teddy and smiled.

"It's not like us, Teddy, I don't cry as much as you do, and I have a snot, Teddy, you have to wash it off for me." Sherlock gave a disgusted look, and the latter was amused. He still giggled with tears in his eyes.