My son can't be this cute

John Watson, whose brain had stopped pre-rotating, blinked his eyes, picked out his ears, took a sip of the cold black tea on the coffee table, swallowed it, blinked again, put his hands together on his knees On, tilting his head to ask his cohabitant.

"Sherlock, was what I just said farting?"

"John, I heard what you just said, so take it easy, your bowels are functioning normally, and my hearing is fine." Sherlock raised his eyes to look at his cohabitant, with the usual sneer on his lips radian.

Watson licked his lips and continued: "Then why are you still obsessed with the topic of us sleeping together?"

"I just want to do a new data analysis." Sherlock said calmly.

"So I'm your guinea pig?"

"You are my omnipotent military doctor, um, the former."

"Should I say I'm honored?"

"can."

The air suddenly fell into silence, no one spoke, only the firewood in the fireplace beeping and beeping.Watson closed his eyes and thought, too many things have happened these days, danger, irritability, pleasure, I have to say that Mycroft is right, John Watson is not a quiet person in his bones, he is willing to accept challenges , attracted by danger, and his cohabitant said such a sentence in such provocative and unbeatable words, well, he did it, he touched his bottom line, even though he is just a small man with a mild temper, but Nor does it mean that his damned cohabitants can ignore his words over and over again.

"I'll beat you up, if you're not afraid, come on, let's go to sleep." Watson smiled, his eyes filled with eager emotion, of course, he wouldn't tell the other party that he had wanted to beat him up for a long time.

"Come on, John, there's not much time." Sherlock stood up abruptly, took a step with his long legs, and placed Mr. Skull on the fireplace, his light-colored eyes even sparkling.

"You look like a dragon that has seen gold coins and is trying to figure out how to get them back to its lair."

"If you mean my excitement, yes, John, I love the unknown."

“你会喜欢的，因为我一定会在睡梦中揍你。”华生站了起来舔了舔下嘴唇，他保证自己不会手软，别人提出这个要求，作为军医是不能拒绝的，当然他第The next day will prepare the wound medicine ointment for Sherlock.

Sherlock glanced at him, showing no sign of fear at all, and he even walked around the spot with his arms folded like a drug addict for a while, thinking about what he needed to do with his cohabitants, nightmares, nightmares from the battlefield in Afghanistan , what an interesting experiment, fresh and powerful.

The look in his eyes as if he was dismantling the test product made Watson feel a little uncomfortable, but the words had already been spoken, and he didn't intend to back down, he was not a deserter.

Putting the cups away in the sink, Watson washed them quickly. Looking back, his cohabitant was leaning against the door frame and looking at him, his eyes were presumptuous and sparkling.

Watson felt his muscles stiffen. Subconsciously, he supported the counter behind him, looked up at the other party, swallowed and said.

"Sherlock, we're just sleeping in the same bed and letting you do that damn experiment and gather information about my nightmares, not that we're actually going to be together, so don't look at me like that, you make me feel like It's like I don't have any clothes on."

"Oh, well, John, I'm just used to being fully focused." Sherlock let go of his arms and smiled. He is used to concentrating when doing experiments. Of course, Sherlock Holmes can even maintain gentleness and humility when dealing with experimental objects. appearance, and at this time the vast majority of human beings cannot enjoy it.

"Thank you." Watson let go of his hand. The reaction just now made him look like a woman. He rubbed his eyebrows in frustration. The military doctor and detective left the kitchen and walked towards the bedroom.

"Sherlock." The moment he entered the door, the military doctor stopped the detective.

"What?" Sherlock turned his head and raised his eyebrows. Because he was able to do experiments, he still maintained a rare good temper and patience.

"You just said that I'm not your type, so what type do you like?" Watson suddenly thought of this topic, he was too shocked just now so he didn't ask further, now he is really curious, in his cognition, Xia Locke Holmes has nothing to do with the type he likes, because Sherlock himself is a person who doesn't believe in feelings. When they met for the first time, this consulting detective showed absolute contempt for the relationship between men and women or between men and women .

"Are you curious?" Sherlock didn't answer immediately, but asked instead, his light-colored eyes showing a rare silver-gray under the light.

"A little bit." Watson said honestly, not hiding his curiosity is a part of his character that sometimes needs to be patient, because most people hate being spied on, but facing his cohabitant, Watson naturally felt that No need to do that.

Sure enough, his cohabitant withdrew his gaze in satisfaction. Of course, he was not afraid of being violated, because when the other party did this, Sherlock had already got all the information about him.

"At least not the teddy bear next door, John, come on, let's sleep, don't waste time."

"Sherlock!" Watson growled, but the former had already entered the bedroom, his brisk steps were like his son's. Both father and son were happy that they were going to sleep together. Except for the military doctor, the three people in the room They were all very happy, scratching their hair in frustration, Watson sighed and went in.

In the bedroom, Little Teddy was wrapping around a blanket, holding a horsewhip in one hand and stroking the wanted notices on the wall with the other, carefully studying them. When he saw them coming in, he turned around and showed a soft smile.

"Have you finished talking about your little secret?"

"Yes, we're done talking, and then we're going to sleep together." Sherlock walked over to pick up his son, took off the whip and put it on the bedside table, and put the little boy on the bed.

Little Teddy sat cross-legged on the duvet, tilted his head and looked at his father, "Will I disturb you by sleeping here?"

"will not."

"meeting."

A different answer sounded at the same time, and the military doctor who said it would disturb them glared at the cohabitant, walked into the other party and whispered: "I will accidentally hurt him, Sherlock."

Sherlock shrugged his shoulders, which was the response of consent. He knelt on one knee on the edge of the bed and said to Little Teddy, "Look, Teddy, you are not suitable to be squeezed among us, and John disagrees."

"Sherlock, that's not what I meant!" Watson growled, why did this sound so wrong, he is not a woman who wants to be dissatisfied.

"We will sleep together, but not you, so the conclusion is that you have to sleep alone."

Little Teddy looked up at his father, then twitched his father who was holding his forehead, wrinkled his little nose and compromised: "Okay, but can I sleep with you in a few days?"

Watson stiffened immediately when he heard this. He thought it was just one night. Could it be that his son planned to watch them sleep together every day?Thinking of this, the military doctor hurriedly explained, and lied shamelessly.

"Look, Teddy, we don't need to sleep together every day."

"But Micky and Gray just sleep together every day." Little Teddy said puzzled.

Watson cursed in his heart, and he tried his best to pull out a smile, "Teddy, not every couple is like this. Many people sleep in separate rooms even if they have children, because two people can't sleep well together. Because, because your father can snore!" Watson admired his wit, and glanced at his cohabitant, who was looking at him with my non-snoring eyes, but rarely said anything.

Watson sent an apologetic look, bowed his head and continued to explain to his son why they didn't need to sleep together every day.

"Look, Daddy's legs are just right, and if your daddy snores I won't be able to sleep, and it'll be worse, so we don't sleep together every day, but we definitely do sometimes, so don't Worry about our bad relationship, and don't doubt that you picked it up, we are the same as other families, you are no different, Teddy, you are our son, we all love you, so don't worry."

The long eyelashes blinked, and the boy who looked as delicious as blue cotton candy wrapped in the blanket raised his face, showing a cute smile, and wrapped his arms around Watson's neck and rubbed him affectionately.

"Thank you, Daddy."

With his big hands stroking the boy's curly hair, Watson said gently, "We all love you, baby, don't worry, okay?"

"En!" The little head nodded obediently, let go of his hands and walked in front of Sherlock, opened his hands and said, "Daddy, I want to hug."

Sherlock looked at his son, this little soft boy, who caused trouble for himself, loved to cry, but was always insecure. Like he said, he was not even six years old. A strange and somewhat soft feeling emerged, and the man could only say nothing bad about it.He stretched out his hands to hug his son, holding his little butt, and immediately hugged him with his little arms, intimately and tightly, and then he got a kiss.

"Thank you, Dad."

Sherlock pursed his lips. He looked at the pair of light-colored eyes just like his own. His long eyelashes opened and closed. He lowered his head and kissed the other person's forehead. He was very careful, not like the usual Sherlock Holmes at all. .

The two carried little Teddy to Watson's bedroom, put the little guy under the quilt, and kissed goodnight before leaving.There was a kind of warm silence in the air, it seemed that every pore was comfortably soothed, home, yes, their son, there was never a moment when Watson felt so clearly that it was their son.

But it is obvious that Sherlock is Sherlock, and it is impossible for him to suddenly become a gentle Sherlock Holmes. After Watson just sighed, the consulting detective successfully wiped away this warm feeling with one sentence. .

"Okay, hurry up, let's sleep, John."

Why is he so obsessed with sleeping together? Oh, he said it was for an experiment. Watson felt that his current situation was as sad as Ivan in the refrigerator.

A large bed with a good touch and absolute comfort. It is much more comfortable than the hard board bed Watson is used to. The fluffy duvet is also warm enough. In this regard, Sherlock is no different from ordinary people, clean and tidy, with a trace of warmth in the air. Sherlock only has the smell of tobacco and coldness.

Sherlock lay down by himself first, in a very standard sleeping position, he stretched out his hand and patted the place on the other side.

"Come on, John."

Watson swallowed, hesitated for a moment, and finally climbed into the big comfortable bed. If there wasn't a guy named Sherlock Holmes on it, he would be very willing to enter his dream.

Covering the quilt on his body, the military doctor pulled it again, letting it reach his chin, looked at the ceiling and said, "Sherlock, I have to remind you, I really know how to beat people."

"Stop rambling, John, and go to sleep."

After a while of silence, the voice of the military doctor sounded again in the air.

"It will hurt."

"Shut up." Following these words, the general doctor was completely overwhelmed by the down feathers, the lights went out, Hua Sheng moved his body, arched himself out to breathe, the person next to him was not asleep, but the quiet seemed to not exist Same, the military doctor resisted touching each other, it was like a woman.

The details of the past few days came to mind, their first meeting, the first case, and their son. Thinking about it this way, Sherlock has brought him more trouble than he has combined in the past few decades. But there's no denying that John Watson loved them.

Sherlock lay quietly, he wasn't used to sleeping with other people, it wasn't a lie, he had been sleeping alone since he was six years old, Mycroft was already in boarding school, Mummy said he had It's a big kid, it's not suitable to sleep with parents, so he gradually developed the habit of sleeping alone with a pillow, of course he wouldn't be stupid to sleep with a teddy bear, that's silly, but the pillow That's okay, everyone needs pillows, even if Sherlock Holmes is a little special, he needs two.

It didn't take long for the sound of even breathing to be heard beside him. His military doctor had already fallen asleep. In the darkness, the corner of the man's mouth curled up.

His heart was beating regularly, like a clock, he was checking his own pulse, testing boredly, he was waiting, waiting for the arrival of those nightmares that the military doctor said, if most people would fear them, then Sherlock is absolutely abnormal That one, he didn't choose to escape, he was ashamed of being afraid, he faced the nightmares squarely and challenged them.

At about eleven o'clock, Watson's breathing began to become short of breath. Sherlock noted the time. He turned around and looked directly at the medic's face in the dark for the first time that night. He had opened his eyes. After the eyes have been used to the darkness for too long, the face of the military doctor can be seen faintly by the light outside the window.

Sherlock stood up and carefully studied Watson's expression. He didn't rely on his eyes, but on breath and touch.Watson began to struggle, his lips parted slightly as if he wanted to say something, his hand under the duvet tightly clutched the sheet, forming a small bulge, panting like a cow, and occasionally there would be the sound of clenched teeth .

The man watched all this fascinated, his cohabitant seemed to be wrestling with something, it was interesting, his nightmares, some nightmares that he didn't know drove this little soldier into a dangerous situation.

Sherlock has seen too many people, many of them are brave and determined, they would not even blink to commit suicide, but Watson is special, he is not tall and has a pleasing face, the lines on his body are like Harmless as a teddy bear, a little nagging, generous by nature, he was worried about making a living almost every day during the few days they knew each other. He was a very ordinary man, but that night, he raised Browning without hesitation. The trigger was pulled, for Sherlock Holmes, this generous man cocked the trigger, and it was wonderful, as he said, wonderful, that such a man should be haunted by nightmares, like a man terrified of going under the bed Like the children of monsters.

He raised his hand tentatively, trying to press down on the hand that was clenching the bed sheet, but his nose was almost broken.Watson was not kidding, he was like a mad lion when he was troubled by nightmares, and any sign of trouble would turn him into a beast of attack.

There was a hint of confusion in the light-colored eyes, and Sherlock was thinking, opening his thinking palace.This matter is not difficult, everyone will have times of fear, and his memory tells himself that there is a good method in the thinking palace.

"Charles, don't be afraid, I'm here." That voice wasn't pleasant, what kind of nice voice can a boy who is still in the stage of changing his voice expect from him, but his tone was unusually soft, that was the young Mycroft Te, he was always gentle at that time. When he was having nightmares, there was no smug smile on his mouth, but his eyes were sincere and gentle. That was his Micky, not representing Great Britain. Empire man.

"Micky, I'm scared, they don't want to believe me."

"Don't be afraid, Charles, I believe in you, I always will, and I am here." Those words were as reassuring as a mantra.

Sherlock opened his eyes, with a hint of blankness in his eyes, looking gentle and soft like a small animal that could get hurt, but soon he restrained his expression, and his lips were tightly pursed.

Blood, the sound of bullets passing by the ears, all kinds of screams filled the eardrums, the whole world turned red, he was running, running on the battlefield full of corpses and gunpowder smoke, there was a burst of noise from his shoulders Watson remembered that he was hit. He dragged his injured body and ran desperately. This thought seemed to be the only thing in his mind. He couldn't die. Running was the only signal.

His eyes were so dry that he could hardly see ahead. A shell exploded in front of him, and all kinds of broken limbs flew towards him. Fear strangled his neck. He wanted to scream, but he didn't. Fa'er yelled, his whole body was so stiff that he seemed unconscious, he was trembling crazily, convulsing, almost thinking that he was going to die, he waved his hands and feet desperately to shake off the suffocating feeling.

"John..."

Someone called his name, Watson struggled to open his eyes and tried to find it, but no, the surroundings were still disgusting, and the smell of blood was in his nostrils.

The sound was still going on, mixed with the sound of the cannon, but it tightly affected the military doctor's nerves.

"Where are you!" he yelled.

"I'm here, John, come here." The voice guided him, and a white mist began to fill the surroundings, and soon even Watson himself couldn't see himself, he shouted in panic.

"Where the fuck are you!"

"No, John, be quiet, be quiet, I'm right here."

"Where is it!" Watson felt that there must be a hint of despair in his voice, as ridiculous as a woman, because the other party really laughed, it was a very successful joke.

"Who the fuck are you!" He shouted in frustration, completely forgetting to panic, only the mocking voice in his head.

"You know who I am."

"I don't fucking know!" Watson roared, his blue eyes widened, and he had no one to stare at, so he could only stare at everything around him.

The white mist began to thin, and a black figure slowly walked towards him not far away.Watson swallowed a mouthful of saliva, his eyes widened, and as he got closer, the figure became clearer and clearer.

Black curly hair, a thin body, pale skin, a black collar raised up, close to the special lip line, those eyes are a clear color, but the eyes hide wisdom, he spoke with a deep and charming voice.

"John."

"Sherlock..." He opened his lips slightly, and unconsciously spit out the name, and the man raised a shallow smile, proud and satisfied.

The world began to spin violently at this moment, and Watson just stared at those eyes in a daze, until he opened them suddenly, and in the darkness, a man's deep voice sounded again.

"Ten six minutes and 7 seconds."

"What?" asked blankly, he couldn't see the other person's appearance clearly in the darkness, he could only hear his own violent breathing.

"Your nightmare, it took me 7 minutes and 29 seconds to end it." The tone was higher than it was at the beginning, like a child showing off.

Only then did Watson feel where he was, in Sherlock's arms, and it was clear that he hadn't planned to let him go yet.This fragile posture makes Watson a little embarrassed. He should come out of the other party's arms, but he is very tired now, and he feels like he will die when he moves his fingers. He is covered in sweat, and the joints that have been clenched are already nervous Twitched, so he didn't do anything but close his eyes and murmur.

"Thank you."

"Sleep, John, you need a good rest, no nightmares."

"Thank you." This was his most sincere thanks, dedicated to his cohabitant, Sherlock Holmes.

Watson fell asleep quickly, even though he had just experienced a nightmare, his body was sticky, and his heart had not yet returned to normal heartbeat levels, but he still fell asleep, relaxed and comfortable, because of a kind of trust, Inexplicable trust.

Seeing that the man fell asleep, Sherlock pulled out his arm. He pursed his lips and tucked the corner of the quilt for him. After a moment of silence, he spoke.

"Good night, John."

The author has something to say: the comforting curly meow is the cutest, Huahua has a dream O(∩_∩)O