My son can't be this cute

The lunch was richer. In order to make up for the roughness of the morning, Watson took more time than usual to make this lunch.

"Daddy, your cooking is very delicious." After enjoying the food made by others, remember to praise each other, Little Teddy praised with squinted eyes.

"As long as you like it." Having a polite and caring son always makes people smile, but the child's father always challenges the endurance of the military doctor regardless of time.

"I think the bacon is a bit old." Sherlock frowned. He is not a picky person. Didn't realize I said the wrong thing.

"Dad, you can't say that, cooking is very hard." Little Teddy wrinkled his nose and pointed out his father's mistake, then turned his head and blinked cutely, "Daddy, I really think it's delicious of."

Already accustomed to the pickiness of cohabitants, Watson shrugged his shoulders indifferently, and turned to rubbing the little curly hair, "Thank you, Teddy."

The detective, who was ignored by the father and son, pursed his lips, ate a small tomato wrapped in syrup, and managed to get along with a word of praise.

"It's pretty sweet."

"Thank you." Watson raised his eyebrows and accepted the cohabitant's twisted apology.

"I didn't apologize."

"Well, you didn't." Watson said nonchalantly, and lowered his head to talk to Little Teddy, asking him to eat more vegetables. The ignored detective could only stare at his son, who waved his arm and twisted Turn around and ignore him.

After clearing the tableware, Teddy was lying on the carpet looking at the pictures in the magazine when Watson came out. Sherlock was wrapped in silk pajamas on the couch and turned his back to them, seeming to protest silently.

Watson is happy, he is not Sherlock's mother, besides washing and cooking, he also needs to be responsible for coaxing this 12-year-old child with an emotional intelligence.

"Teddy, let's go."

Little Teddy got up from the ground and answered, tidied up his clothes and walked towards Huasheng.

The detective with his ears pricked up slightly pursed his lips when he heard Watson's words. Just as he was about to get up, he heard the sound of his son trotting over. There was a small arc at the corner of his mouth, and he restrained his movements and kept the same posture. Instead of things like "I'm sorry Dad", "Let's go out together Dad", it's knits pressed against myself.

Little Teddy covered Sherlock with a blanket, rubbed his curly hair and said softly, "Dad, don't catch a cold, we will be back soon." After finishing speaking, he left, leaving the corners of his mouth stiff detective.

After hearing the sound of the door closing, Sherlock turned over suddenly, staring at the closed door in disbelief, as if he was about to burn a hole in it.With arms crossed, he walked up and down the carpet with bare feet. After a while, he walked to the French window and opened a little curtain. After seeing the father and son leave without looking back, Sherlock Holmes rushed into the bedroom and changed He took off his pajamas and put on formal clothes, rushed out again, turned a corner and went to the laboratory where the scourge of Barts Hospital was located.

It was a rare fine weather, the sun shone warmly on people, and little Teddy sat in his father's arms and said in a sticky voice: "Daddy, where are you going to find a job?"

Watson looked away from the newspaper, looked at his son and smiled, "I think a doctor would be more suitable for me, after all, that's my profession."

"Daddy, you don't have much time to accompany me after work. What if I miss you?" Little Teddy said coquettishly, holding Watson's face in both hands.

"You will go to school tomorrow. There will be many children in the school, so don't worry, Teddy." Watson kissed the boy's forehead to reassure him.

"No matter how good the school is, it's not as good as you. No matter how many children there are, I just want to be with you." The boy sighed softly. These lines learned from soap operas made Watson laugh.

After talking and laughing, the two arrived at a private clinic that was currently recruiting doctors.The scale of the clinic is small, but it is clean, the location is good, and the salary should not be too bad. After evaluating these, Watson took Teddy's hand and went in.

The person in charge of the interview was a beautiful female doctor, with long brown golden hair and bright blue eyes, she was a beautiful woman.

"Military doctor?" The woman raised her head and asked such a sentence, Watson subconsciously stood up straight, "Yes."

The woman bit her lip, blinked and looked at herself, then shifted her gaze to Little Teddy.

"you are married?"

"No..." blurted out subconsciously, and then closed his eyes annoyed, although what he said was the truth, he always felt that he was lying.As for Little Teddy's identity, Mycroft said that no one should know that he is really Teddy's father. Teddy is only Sherlock's son in identity. After all, where is the Holmes family's genes? It looks like father and son.

"Then who is this cutie?"

"The son of my cohabitant, he has something to do, so I have to take him with him, um, and he likes to call me Daddy, sorry." Watson explained dryly, although it was to avoid exposing Teddy's identity, But this kind of father who can't proudly introduce his son still frustrates the military doctor.

Hearing Watson's explanation, Sarah breathed a sigh of relief. She liked this man quite a bit. He had a pleasing face. The way he explained while hugging the little guy in the corridor just now was indeed very gentle, a man who likes children. Definitely not a bad guy.

Sarah bent slightly and rubbed Teddy's curly hair, and said with a smile, "Hello, little guy, I'm Sarah."

"Hi, Sister Sarah, I'm Teddy, Teddy Holmes." Little Teddy replied with a blink of an eye.

"So can I get the job?"

"Of course, as long as you don't think you're overqualified." Sarah stretched out her hand with a smile. Watson smiled and shook her hand back. Well, it was very soft.

Little Teddy rolled his eyes, took Watson's hand and acted like a baby, and the little hand naturally pulled Watson's hand back.

"Daddy, are you okay, can we go home?"

Watson was a little embarrassed, patted Teddy on the shoulder to make him wait for a while, stood up straight and asked, "Excuse me when is the best time to go to work."

"If you don't mind, I think the sooner the better, because there are two doctors in the clinic who are still on vacation, I don't think it will work today, the little guy seems to want to go home, so tomorrow, what do you think? "The woman said with a smile, with a beautiful dimple on her cheek.

Watson blushed a little, but luckily it wasn't too obvious. He comforted himself that it was just a normal reaction. Any man who had been in the army for several years would blush when he stood so close to a woman. He just hadn't gotten used to it yet. Yes, when I came back, I either slept every day or wandered aimlessly. I just moved to Baker Street before I took a breath. It was a series of things. Talking with a female j□j like this is like going back to college.

"Daddy, come home. Teddy is coming home."

After being pulled by his sleeve by his son, the military doctor finally regained his composure. He scratched his cheek and smiled, "Then goodbye, Dr. Sarah."

"You can call me Sarah directly next time." The woman blinked, the golden sun shining on her cheeks was very moving.

"Yes, Sarah." John Watson, who never wasted a moment, replied with a smile.