My son can't be this cute

After waving goodbye to those little girls, Watson raised his hand and hailed a taxi. The destination was the supermarket near Baker Street. There would be discounted products during this time period, which of course meant a lot of people.

"Maybe I should consider buying a car." Watson muttered while sitting in the taxi. Every man wants to own a car of his own, but obviously the current military doctor's pocket does not allow him such a luxury. Life is like this Realistically, you won't be given special treatment just because you invaded Afghanistan.

"Daddy, what are we going to buy at the supermarket?" Little Teddy sat on his daddy's lap and asked with his face upturned. He hasn't seen his daddy for a long time today, so he's getting clingy now, okay He didn't want to sit on the seat, but sat on Watson's lap. Of course, the military doctor who doted on his son would not refuse the other party's request.

"I need to buy milk and things for dinner." Watson looked at the sky outside the car window and realized that it was a little late, and it was too late to go to the furniture market, so he could only give up temporarily and wait until the weekend.

"Did dad go home?" Little Teddy blinked and asked after nagging for a while and finally remembered another father.

"Let me ask him." Watson took out his mobile phone and sent a text message to his cohabitant, and he got a quick reply, which meant that he had finished handling the case, and he was probably rolling on the sofa in his blue silk pajamas. .

"He's already gone home, and we'll go back straight after shopping." Watson put down his phone and stroked his son's curly hair.

"kindness."

Next, on the way to the supermarket, the two chatted about what happened to Teddy today, such as what friends he made, how he felt about the school, and whether the homework would be difficult. Watson fulfilled his duties responsibly. Duties, father and son talking and laughing, compared to the detective who was rolling on the sofa alone, it was very pitiful.

Because it was time to get off work, the supermarket was almost crowded with people. Watson loaded Teddy in the trolley, quickly picked out the things they needed, and waited to pay the bill.Vegetables, milk, and meat were arranged in the trolley, and Teddy sat inside and guarded their things, looking at the supermarket with round eyes.The long line slowly diminished with the ticking of time, and the crowd moved in small steps. Watson understood exactly the meaning of the word boring. Fortunately, he was accompanied by his son, which made him feel better. .

Before that, Watson was very helpless with the automatic payment machine, but now that he brought his son out, he didn't have to worry about it, and the stupid thing of arguing with the automatic payment machine would never happen again.

Carrying the big bag and the small bag, the father and son returned to the apartment. Sure enough, as Watson guessed, Sherlock was nestled on the couch motionless, oh, it still moved, and his fingers were rapidly pressing keys on the phone screen.

"Dad, we're back!" Xiao ran over, threw himself on the detective's stomach, and gave him another kiss.

"Teddy, this is dirty." Sherlock rolled his eyes in disgust, turned around and pulled the little guy off, who giggled.

"Come on, Teddy, let's wash our hands and face first." Watson looked at the father and son helplessly and said hello. It's been a bit cold recently, but we can't let the children catch a cold. Washing hands frequently is a good habit. Keep.

"Okay, Daddy." Little Teddy nodded in response, and kissed Sherlock's nose when he left, as if he wanted to be completely rejected by Sherlock, if he really would.

Putting the phone in the pocket of his pajamas, Sherlock raised his hand to wipe the tip of his nose, and shouted towards the bathroom, "John, I'm hungry." He got a quick response, accompanied by the sound of running water.

"I'll be ready right away!"

The satisfied detective moved a bit, from the couch to the single sofa over the fireplace, stretched his legs contentedly, took out the phone and continued to press it quickly.

Lettuce salad, braised beef, baked potatoes, dinner is still very rich, Watson also sent a copy to Mrs. Hudson downstairs, thanks to the kind lady, his financial situation can be better, do it yourself Always cheaper than eating out.

They chatted casually for a while, and after dinner, Sherlock sat on the sofa with Teddy and played with his mobile phone. Teddy played with his father's hair, and sometimes glanced at the information on the screen, but it was a pity that he six He is not yet old enough to understand these puzzles, but that does not prevent him from seeing some people as goldfish like his father.

After washing the dishes, Watson came from the kitchen with his black tea and hot milk for the father and son, handed them to each other and said, "Sherlock, Teddy and I will sleep with you, you go back to bed."

"En." Sherlock didn't raise his head, he was proceeding to a dispensable step, but Watson's words were more boring, so he chose to focus on his mobile phone screen in comparison.

"We need to go to the furniture market during the weekend." Watson sat on his single sofa and said after taking a sip of black tea.

"I have to buy a children's bed, let's put it in my bedroom, and I have to add a small sofa."

"Daddy, no need, I have it." Little Teddy patted his father's stomach and said with a smile.

"I think it must be a good touch." Watson also joked.

Sherlock finally took his eyes off his BlackBerry, ruffled Curly's hair and said casually, "This is not for sale."

Little Teddy sighed comfortably while resting his pillow on his daddy's belly. He really likes this "sofa" very much, and it only belongs to Teddy Holmes.

"Dad, can I play a piece of the violin?"

"I'm not your violinist."

"Mrs. Hudson will feel the same way if she hears that, Sherlock." Watson teased.

"Please, Dad." He looked at the detective with bright eyes, and after a few seconds, he was stuffed into the arms of the opposite daddy.

Sherlock took out the violin from the violin case, took a good posture and thought about it for a while, and decided to play a soft piece of music. In the end, the detective who opened his eyes and waited for the applause found that his son was already asleep, pouting and almost Drooling.

"He's asleep," Watson whispered.

Sherlock pursed his lips, really like pinching the little devil to wake him up.

Watson carried the little Teddy upstairs and stuffed the child into the bed. After going downstairs, his cohabitant still kept squatting and touched the strings with his fingers. If there was no Teddy in this room , Watson was sure that his ears would be devastated by the magic sound from the violin again.

"Don't worry about it, Sherlock." Watson smiled and comforted the cohabitant, but it was obviously of no use. The man was threatening to put the bow on the violin.

"You play very well, really." The bow was put down, the crisis was resolved, and the military doctor couldn't help laughing again.

Under the moonlight, the melodious sound of the piano came from the 221B apartment on Baker Street, like a gentle serenade on the sea.

The stars are shining, in a secluded part of the city, in an independent manor, a small lamp illuminates the floor-to-ceiling windows, a sly look flashes in the amber pupils, and a name is gently chewed in his mouth.

"Teddy Holmes..."

Life seems to be on the right track, Sherlock is still the mean, capricious guy who occasionally makes people feel good, Watson is still tolerant of this 12-year-old kid as always, and their son Teddy is at home and school. Had a great time.

At the weekend, when the whole of London fell into a state of peace and muttered that the boring detective was going to destroy the landlady's wall, Watson pulled him out. They needed to go to the furniture market today to buy a small piece for Teddy. bed.

"Sherlock, please don't destroy Mrs. Hudson's wall." Watson frowned and put away his Browning again. This guy didn't know if the police dog had changed, but he could touch it accurately every time. It's the luck of the whole world that he didn't commit a crime where he hid.

"First I'm not a police dog, that's just observation, then I can't help myself from shooting Mrs Hudson's wall when I'm bored, and finally I'm honored, I don't have that intention yet. "

"Okay, let's change clothes. We have to go to the furniture market." Watson said to his cohabitant while dressing Little Teddy. As long as there is no case, this guy is always a piece of furniture at home. Nightgowns.

"Okay." Sherlock retracted his long legs, stood up and walked towards the bedroom. Before leaving, he glanced at his son being dressed by Watson.

"John, I suggest you stop wearing that bow tie on him. It's ugly."

"Would it be?" Watson frowned and gestured at Little Teddy's neck. When Sherlock said it, it seemed that he didn't look very good.

"Daddy, it's okay, I don't dislike it." Little Teddy said softly, but this sentence fully proved Sherlock's correctness. Watson shrugged his shoulders and discarded the bow tie. He just has no fashion sense anyway. Well, there is no need to deny the fact.

When the three of them packed up and were about to leave the house, Watson hesitated again.Little Teddy shook his daddy's sleeves and asked what was wrong.

"Well, Sherlock, isn't it too eye-catching for the three of us to go out like this? Will we be misunderstood?"

"Yes. Yes." The simple reply made the military doctor stiffen on the spot.

Sherlock rolled his eyes, "John, don't hesitate, this matter is not a day or two."

Watson glanced at his cohabitant, conveyed the meaning of "Are you really comforting me" with his eyes, and then patted his hair in frustration, well, anyway, there are too many lice and it doesn't itch, so the decision is not changed.With the determination of a strong man, the military doctor led the two Holmes to the furniture market.

The author has something to say: The eggs have been buried, do the girls see it? O(∩_∩)O