My son can't be this cute

"Then feed me, if you love me." Little Teddy pouted and demanded.

"You are really stubborn." Sherlock glanced at him, picked up the fork and slowly fed the two of them. When there is no case, Sherlock always maintains the minimum eating standard of not starving to death. You will starve to death at any time during the case.

"This is a genetic problem in the Holmes family. It's not my fault. You are more stubborn than me." Because of being fed food in his mouth, his fleshy cheeks were a little swollen, and the chubby hand raised his hand to poke his father's. Cheekbones, well, a little crooked.

"You can't be thinner anymore, Dad, I will despise you." Little Teddy sighed, picked up the fork with his left hand and fed a small sausage to his father.

"I'm fine." Sherlock said flatly, but still ate the little sausage.The whole world would give in to this wayward detective, and he would give in a little to his son, but that was enough to make the Scotland Yard officer stunned.

"It seems that you get along well." The man standing outside the door looked at the father and son with slightly raised lips. His younger brother Sherlock is an unlovable child who even dislikes what his mother feeds him. .

"Micky!" Little Teddy yelled in surprise. Sherlock just rolled his eyes and didn't make a sound. Normally, he would not keep silent. Men in the Holmes family have a common problem, even if they hold their breath He also wanted to refute the other party's point of view, and was never at a loss in terms of words, and Sherlock inherited this with great excitement.

"Teddy, is your father good?" Mycroft walked over with long legs, first rubbed the little curly hair, and then looked at his younger brother with a smirk, "I was a little worried at first, but look You're doing well, Charles."

"Don't call me that." Sherlock frowned in disgust.

"The only thing he's not good at is he doesn't eat well." Little Teddy replied wrinkling his nose.

"He's been like this since he was a child. Mommy has tried so many ways." Mycroft ignored his younger brother's murderous eyes, patted the bag in his hand and continued, "I think you need these."

Mycroft had brought Teddy plenty of clothes, all well-cut suits, but for the rest he thought the good medic would be ready.

Sherlock is very good at investigating cases and bickering, but it's better to forget about dressing children. Handing Teddy to Mycroft, Sherlock put his hands on his chin and became bored thinking.

"Come on, put your feet up." Mycroft dressed little Teddy skillfully, and spoke in a reminiscent but very punchy tone from time to time.

"When Mommy was busy, I often dressed you, Sherlock."

Sherlock snorted and didn't answer. Mycroft had tortured himself quite a bit at that time.

"Charle, you've lost again." It was game time with Mycroft.

"Charles, it's wrong to do this." This is when I was doing an experiment.

"Charles, you are so stupid, what will you do in the future." This is when I celebrate my birthday.

Mycroft is a competent elder brother, including defending his younger brother in front of outsiders and taking good care of each other in front of his parents, but this does not prevent him from being the devil in Sherlock's life, because Mycroft was a young boy There is a shadow left in my heart, that is, I am not smart enough, which directly leads to anger and years of twists and turns after knowing the truth. It is called the proof that Sherlock Holmes is not a goldfish.

Socking Teddy and finishing off the beige sweater, it was warm enough in the house to wear long trousers and a thick waistcoat.

"You should put some more gel in his hair and go to the party," Sherlock pointed out disgustedly.

"Isn't that great, Sherlock, your taste needs to be improved." Mycroft replied while putting Teddy's little leather shoes on.

"He's just a little boy who hasn't even turned six yet."

"He's a little boy from the Holmes family." Mycroft refuted his brother's words with a smile, and rubbed Teddy's curly hair. "He looks fine."

Little Teddy blinked and turned around in front of Sherlock, "Don't I look handsome and stylish?"

"Ask this question when you are 20 years old." As soon as the voice finished, a voice was heard from the stairs, and after a while, the military doctor appeared with two plastic bags, looking a little out of breath.

"Hey, Daddy, don't I look stylish enough?" Little Teddy ran to his daddy and hugged his thigh and said coquettishly, his round eyes were wide open, looking very cute.

Watson held the plastic bag in both hands and was shaken by the impact of the small cannonball. He looked down at the boy with his upturned face and smiled.

"Yes, in style."

"Ha, Dad, look, Daddy thinks so." Little Teddy turned around and winked at Sherlock, who just leaned on the sofa and pursed his lips without speaking.

So parents who are used to their children are never just Mycroft Holmes, John Watson is also a fresh one.Mycroft raised an eyebrow at his brother's doctor.

"I think Teddy needs to go to school, it's not far from here."

"Have you done it yet?" Watson asked with a sigh, taking a look at his cohabitant who was still awkward.

"Yes."

"Thank you, Mycroft." Watson heaved a sigh of relief. Although he had accepted the matter yesterday, raising a child is not so easy. At least without Mycroft, Teddy's identity would be It can't be solved, they can't explain to the local government that this kid is from the future, so he doesn't have an ID card.

"He is my nephew." Mycroft smiled, turned slightly to look at his younger brother and said, "Although his father is still a child who is only 12 years old at heart."

"Mycroft, don't provoke me." Sherlock replied lazily, with his long legs resting on the carpet, looking a bit bored, staying at home quietly and doing nothing was torture to him.

"My dear Shire, I just care about you," Mycroft said in a sweet voice, and he looked away at Watson who smiled kindly, and Watson only felt a little nervous.

"Then I will leave these two to you for the time being, John."

John opened his mouth, wondering what this feeling of taking over something terrible meant. In the end, the great military doctor could only respond stiffly.

"this is nothing."