My son can't be this cute

All three of them took a shower, and Sherlock was drying Teddy's hair, which was rare, because when there was no case, Sherlock was like a cat whose butt was glued to the sofa, lazy even raising his eyes. Think it's a boring thing.

While the father and son were brushing their hair, Watson went to the kitchen to make a pot of black tea, then heated another glass of milk, thought about it, heated another glass, added two sugars, and brought the finished things to the living room , thought the medic in his pajamas as he sat on the couch in front of the fireplace. Tomorrow was Teddy's first day at school, and they had to talk first.

Not long after, the father and son sat together on the other sofa with fresh water vapor, light blue silk pajamas, the same curly hair that was not completely dried, not as fluffy as before, but darker and brighter, the two held Drinking the milk slowly, like a lazy cat, Watson rubbed his cheeks and smiled.

"Sherlock, Teddy has his first day of school tomorrow, and we need someone to see him off."

"I know." Sherlock nodded, looking at the other person with light eyes, "You seem very happy, John." Little Teddy also tilted his head and looked at his daddy, not understanding why he was so happy.

"It's nothing, I just suddenly realized that you are really similar." Watson shrugged his shoulders. Although Teddy was the son of the two of them, it was obvious that the genes of the Holmes family were more stubborn than those of the Watson family.The father and son opposite him glanced at each other, the same eyes reflected each other's shadow, but the younger one was more fleshy.

Little Teddy blushed slightly, turned his head to look at his father, pouted his small mouth and said with some dissatisfaction: "It's not like that, I have a round face."

"You look like a teddy bear next door." Sherlock said coolly, stroking the other's curly hair with his right hand, the little guy actually turned a corner and said that he had a long face.

"Okay, Sherlock, let him go." Watson hurried out to smooth things over, saving the father and son from having another quarrel.

Little Teddy snorted softly, lay on Sherlock's stomach, stretched out his small hand to touch the other's chin, and put Sherlock's right hand on his round belly, quietly listening to Watson continue talking.

"According to what Mycroft said, Teddy is your son, in order not to let others suspect, you have to send him off."

Sherlock's fingers gently touched Teddy's belly, thinking about the organs in this place, reviewing those practical knowledge, he raised his eyes when he heard Watson's words, and said slowly: "If If there is no case."

"Well, I hope that all of London will be safe tomorrow. Criminals are watching DVDs at home with a bucket of popcorn in their hands." Watson first sighed, then smiled and said the sentence just now, with a tone like It is like sincerely praying for world peace, making a wish with the most pious heart, and then accepting the reality with the most tolerant attitude.

"I think 80.00% of you will be disappointed." Sherlock pointed out with the corners of his lips curled up, not at all ashamed of his behavior of adding salt to other people's wounds.

"Okay." Watson pursed his lips and said again, directly giving up the 20.00% as well, making preparations that he would take the son of his cohabitant to school, and everyone was desperate for the boy to call him Daddy. All kinds of complicated looks were cast.

"Very good." Sherlock was very happy with Watson's determination to accept his fate. Even if there was no case, he would not go to school. It was a place where countless little devils were imprisoned. One at home was enough. This was his own son. , there is no way to clean it out like a dynamite bag, you can only wrap a few more layers of soft blankets, and be careful not to touch sensitive places to prevent explosions.

Little Teddy yawned softly and rubbed his eyes. He was a little sleepy, and the good boy's schedule reminded him that it was time to go to bed.

"Daddy, Dad, let's go to bed."

As adults, their biological clock has not yet been serenaded.As a man, John Watson, who obviously has not yet obtained the certificate of pure roommate relationship and will not obtain it in the future, needs to tell his son that he and his other father are not suitable for sleeping together.

"But you are my dad." Little Teddy blinked his eyes in confusion, and finally added, "Micky said that couples should sleep together." Little Teddy, who was only four years old at that time, tried to squeeze in Mycroft and Greg made sandwich biscuits at night, but the former hugged him and put them in his little bed, and told him very seriously that husband and wife should sleep together, so Little Teddy remembers it very well. prison.

"Yes, um, we are your father, but we are not... Husband and wife." Watson struggled to get the word out, and he felt that his tongue might be tied.

"All parents are couples or husbands and wives, why aren't you?" Little Teddy uttered such words clearly that confused Watson.

Seeing that Watson didn't answer, Little Teddy suddenly stiffened, staring at him with big round eyes, and asked cautiously, "Did I pick it up?"

In a sense, it is true, Watson thought in his heart, before he could say it, he saw his son clutching his pajamas pocket with his small hands, looking at him watery.

"Because I picked it up, you are not husband and wife, so you don't sleep together?"

"No, Teddy, of course not." Watson frantically comforted the other party. He kissed the other party's forehead and assured him, "You didn't pick him up. You are our son. There is no doubt about that."

"You don't sleep together." Little Teddy pointed out with a sob.

Watson has a headache. He's just a military doctor, and he's a former doctor. He's just been a father for two days. It's really hard to communicate with children. There is no "interest" in that aspect, at least not now, two big men really won't be comfortable sleeping on the same bed.

These messy thoughts made Watson's brain throbbing for a while, and then he suddenly became annoyed, the son is not his alone, God damn Sherlock can't always just leave it to himself, so he raised his voice and shouted .

"Sherlock, this is your son too, do you want to coax him!"

"John, you made him cry." Sherlock said coolly, but he still sat up straight and hugged the red-eyed little Teddy, comforting him and said, "If you don't cry, I will Just three chocolate cakes for you."

"It's not about the chocolate cake!" Little Teddy looked at his father with some dissatisfaction. This is a very serious issue that affects the survival of their family.

In the boy's mind, this matter is very simple. Husband and wife like each other. His fathers have already done this. When he solved the case, his father's eyes were shining when he looked at his father. Those words of praise are not proof of love. ?And the chocolate cake they like will also shine when they look at it, so the conclusion is that they have done the first step.Then came the second step, under the influence of Mycroft and Greg who had limited access, Little Teddy understood that the key step in making a child is to get the husband and wife to lie on the same bed, If they don't sleep together, then how can there be themselves, Teddy Holmes sorted himself out in this short period of time, and his dad should compare it with three chocolate cakes, which is insulting, That’s at least seven chocolate cake questions!

Sherlock looked at his puffy-cheeked son, grabbed his finger that was prodding his cheekbone, thought for a moment and changed the bait.

"Okay, let's change it, I'll play with my horsewhip for you." Sherlock had long noticed Little Teddy's interest in that horsewhip. Running errands for Mycroft, but happily Mycroft had gained seven pounds in that time, and none of the suits in the wardrobe fit.

Little Teddy hesitated for a while, and finally closed his eyes and shook his head violently, saying: "No!"

Sherlock rolled his eyes, and while pinching Little Teddy's chubby cheeks, looked up at Watson, who was full of nervousness, and said calmly after a pause.

"John, let's go to bed."