My son can't be this cute

After Mycroft left, John let out a long breath. That man always gives people a sense of oppression, even when he smiles. Military doctors who have been on the battlefield doubt that any woman, um, or man can I can stand him.

"John, if you don't put the quick-frozen dumplings in the refrigerator, it will become a beloved item in the trash can." Sherlock lazily pointed out that the water from those quick-frozen dumplings had already leaked out, and even the white plastic bags were covered with water. With water vapor, you can see how warm the room is.

"Oh no, God!" John yelled, carrying his things and hurried to the refrigerator, first put the quick-frozen food into the freezer, and then some fresh ingredients, when he opened the upper layer of the refrigerator, John moved After a pause, he closed the refrigerator door and opened it again. The reality was still in front of the military doctor without any change. He closed his eyes and turned around and growled, "Sherlock, what's the matter with this human head!"

"Ivan? John, don't make a fuss, it's just experimental material, and I can draw a conclusion in an hour." Sherlock turned around and lay on the armrest of the sofa, resting his chin on his right arm, looking at the military doctor Some naivety out of his age, John wouldn't even mind complimenting the detective if he wasn't doing head experiments.

"Sherlock, I think we'll have to amend the cohabitation agreement, since you've broken a lot of it."

Sherlock turned around like a dexterous cat, with his head facing the fireplace, lying on the single sofa, his long legs could reach the ground but childishly let it hang in the air.

"John, I talked about my flaws when we first met."

"But you didn't say you would put human organs in the refrigerator, God, have you ever thought about having a child at home, Teddy, have you been frightened?" John then remembered their new member, a little precocious but very cute boy.

Little Teddy blinked, looked at Ivan who was grinning grinningly in the refrigerator, then looked at his father, and shook his head, "I'm not afraid, Daddy."

John breathed a sigh of relief and rubbed the little curly hair, "Even if you are not afraid, I think we still have to do the same as in a normal family. For example, human organs cannot be placed in the refrigerator."

"Yes." Little Teddy nodded, and he didn't want to open the refrigerator door early in the morning to become a routine heart exercise every day.

"That's my experiment." Sherlock hummed softly to express his dissatisfaction.

"But that's our refrigerator. I hope there's something pleasant to eat." Watson frowned. The picture of intestines and pasta mixed together was really off-putting.

"Maybe we can buy another small refrigerator for Dad's experiments." Little Teddy tilted his head and gave a suggestion.

Watson pursed his lips, checked his savings in his mind, and found it a bit sad to buy another refrigerator. Since he is still a jobless vagrant for the time being, the man who came back from Afghanistan has to face this problem. Got to eat, and he's got a son to feed, and while he's not married, and doesn't even have a damn girlfriend, God has sent him a Sherlock Holmes and a Teddy Holmes, and John Watson has to accept, And work hard for the basic necessities of the family, and try hard to endure all kinds of eccentricities of the cohabitants.

"Sherlock, I think we need to hold a meeting." Watson said with difficulty, self-esteem or something, let's just throw it away in the face of the stomach.

"Like a family meeting?" The big eyes looked at Watson, who swallowed and said dryly, "Maybe."

Dad, daddy, son, a family of three all working together, sitting together to discuss their slightly unusual daily life.

The flame in the fireplace was beeping, and Watson coughed. Looking at the father and son opposite, his blue eyes flickered, and Sherlock was playing with his son's hair. When he was bored, Little Teddy seemed to have perfectly taken over the role of Mr. Skull, and the latter had enjoyed a rare two days of quiet time above the fireplace, without having to accept the strange sight of passers-by on the street after his death.

"Now there are three of us. We need money for food and travel. Teddy is still young. He will go to school tomorrow, and he will need a lot of money in the future. Children's education requires a lot of time and energy..."

Sherlock found that his military doctor was very nagging when he talked about these trivial matters. After 5 minutes, he still had no intention of stopping, and they both had the urge to yawn, and the movement of stroking their curls had become Poke the face, rich in collagen, feel good.

Perhaps realizing that he was really nagging too much, the military doctor who woke up smiled awkwardly, scratching his cheeks a little shyly.

"So, now we have to plan every expense. Sherlock's job is to consult detectives. He has a certain income, but it is not regular. I don't have a job yet, my income is zero, and my savings are close to a deficit." Watson said. Shrugging his shoulders, although it is an embarrassing fact, it is better to say it, after all, the three of them are bound together by a strange fate.

"I'll start looking for a job, a stable one, so that we won't have too serious a financial crisis." The military doctor finally came to a conclusion with a sigh of relief.

Sherlock scratched Teddy's ear and looked up at Watson, "No more?"

"Well, it's gone." After thinking again, Watson gave the answer. Although there are many questions, this is the most important thing at present.

As a consumer without a single penny in his family, and a boy who will spend countless pounds for a long time to come, Teddy Holmes raised his little hand to speak.

"What's the matter, Teddy?" Watson asked.

"Is our family short of money? Daddy." Gathering up his courage, Little Teddy threw out such a sentence. In his impression, although the family is not very rich, it seems that they have not encountered any crisis. So seeing how troubled Daddy was about this matter, he also wanted to do his best, although he doubted that the Scotland Yard police officers would allow child labor to happen.

Watson was stunned for a moment, and saw that Little Teddy was looking very serious, so he waved his hands eagerly, "Oh no, Teddy, although it's a little difficult, it's not as good as you imagined."

Little Teddy heaved a sigh of relief. He stood up from Sherlock's arms, ran to Watson's side, sat on the military doctor's lap, put his little arms around the other's neck, and said seriously.

"Daddy, if that's the case, I can help too."