My son can't be this cute

Watson's purchasing experience is not rich, he has been simple for decades, went to school and then joined the army, and didn't have much time to spend on trivial matters, but since he met Sherlock, he found that he was more than a woman There is also a mother-in-law, just like now, watching Mr. Detective, who put his hands in his pockets and thought he was still single, gradually disappearing from their sight in a strange way, Watson couldn't calm down.

"Sherlock, stay here quietly. There are no criminals or cases here. We are just here to pick out a crib."

Holmes, who had already stepped out of the store door naturally with Sherlock's long legs, paused and turned his head innocently.

"John, this is boring."

"Everything is boring, but stay here honestly. I don't want to see you in the furniture market again after my plans fail today. Look at Teddy. You should learn from him." Watson said heavily , staring at each other with blue eyes.

Sherlock pursed his lips in displeasure, but returned to them, his eyes lingering on the brightly colored children's beds.

Watson took a deep breath. He took Teddy's hand and the two began to choose. He also asked the detective's opinion during the process, but they all denied it without any surprise.

"Sherlock, he's not even six years old. I don't think this dull color would suit a little boy." Watson frowned as he looked at the exquisitely crafted crib. Children should still be exposed to some bright colors. Mycroft's education had failed, and he didn't want Teddy to follow the path of his unreliable father.

"Daddy, I want a small blue bed." The boy who never likes to stand on the same side with his father said softly. He prefers blue, which is the same as Sherlock, but he also prefers blue. I like round and soft lines, so in the first two days, I also picked on his father's cheekbones countless times, sharp, bone-like, and completely devoid of curves.

"Okay, let's take a look. Look at this one. Do you like this little bed?" Watson pointed to a little bed that looked very comfortable, and the color was absolutely healthy and fresh.

"This one is great!" The light-colored eyes were bent, showing the boy's attitude, and the little hands touched the mattress to test their touch.

Sherlock took a critical look and reluctantly accepted. He touched the mattress and said to Watson, "I think the most important thing is to look at the comfort."

"Yes, this is very important. He is still growing his body. Too hard or too soft is not suitable." Watson nodded in agreement.

"So we have to give it a try." Sherlock raised the corners of his lips and showed a smirk. Under Watson's puzzled gaze, he clasped his hands together and fell on the small bed with his long legs outside. There were people coming from the furniture market. But he was as leisurely as a full cat.

"Not bad." With a relaxed tone, the military doctor beside him blushed fiercely, and raised his right hand to cover his cheek. Can he pretend that he doesn't know this guy?

"Excuse me, did you decide to take this one?" the salesperson asked kindly, with a smile on her face, but Watson felt inexplicably glaring, it was definitely a mockery.

"Just this one." Not in the mood to continue shopping at all, the military doctor said helplessly, and handed the credit card in his hand to the other party, but Sherlock still didn't take back his card, and the military doctor didn't bother to return it, so now they I still use this card, and pay the bill together at the end of the month. Of course, the military doctor is responsible for the specific matters, because its owner is a detective who has completely lost interest in the surrounding things except for investigating the case.

The young saleswoman showed a decent smile, "Okay, please leave your address, and we will deliver it to your home."

"Well, is it right to write it here?" Watson took a pen and wrote down their addresses seriously. The handwriting was not ugly, but it was just average.

"Yes."

After Watson paid the bill, well, of course Sherlock got the credit card, so he was called Mr. Holmes, so Mr. Holmes, the military doctor who was too lazy to explain calmly signed, and the real Mr. Holmes was still lying on the card that was too much for him. There are two small blue children's beds, I forgot to mention, the smaller one is resting on the belly of Big Holmes, chatting occasionally, it seems to be discussing the comfort of this bed , regardless of the teasing eyes of some guests around. Of course, for children, their eyes are always more kind than malicious.

Handing the pen to the salesperson, the latter showed a smile. From the very beginning, the young salesperson seemed to have misunderstood something. For example, the two adults and one child are a family, and they took advantage of the happy weekend to choose furniture. I looked at Watson with my eyes, and asked again: "If you need to change to a double bed, I suggest that you can buy it together now, there is a discount."

Discounts are as irresistible to housewives as soldiers are to guns, and to John Watson, who is always on a tight budget, but definitely not in this case!

God, Watson groaned in his heart, and quickly said no, he picked up Teddy and dragged the detective and almost fled, but there was still a sentence behind him that made the military doctor want to scratch the wall.

"The quality is absolutely top-notch, no amount of movement will break it!"

What a movement!Who and whose movement!God damn it, will there be more nonsense misunderstandings next time!Watson, who was roaring in John's heart at the moment, decided not to visit the furniture market with his cohabitant again!

When returning to Baker Street, Watson suddenly remembered that they were out of beans, and seemed to be out of paper towels. After some calculation, he asked the driver to turn around and go to the supermarket.

"John, I'm busy." Sherlock said without looking up while playing with his phone.

"Shut up, you're idle."

"London needs me." Sherlock was still looking at his screen, his slender fingers moving dizzyingly fast.

"I need you now, so stop complaining, or you can buy it." Watson replied casually as he took money out of his pocket, not noticing that his cohabitant stopped and glanced at him.

When they arrived at the entrance of the supermarket, holding Teddy with one hand and... putting it in his pocket with the other, Watson and the others went in, surrounded by a rare detective who didn't run around.

On weekends, there were more people in the supermarket. Watson took a deep breath, and pushed the cart around skillfully with his son inside.

"Beans, Beans, Teddy's family needs beans." The boy sitting in the cart hummed a tune softly, somewhat easing Watson's anxiety due to the crowd.

"This way, John." Sherlock retracted his scrutiny, and pointed out a more time-saving route concisely.

"You are amazing, Sherlock!" Watson praised, a small arc appeared at the corner of the former's mouth.

"Just watch, John, and use your head a little bit."

Watson shrugged his shoulders and decided not to care about the words of his cohabitant. With Sherlock's help, they returned to the apartment this time in half the time it took last time.

"How's the harvest? My dear." Mrs. Hudson was about to go out in her floral dress, and asked with a smile when she saw the family of three coming back.

"I've already bought it, and it will be delivered later." Watson replied holding a plastic bag in both hands, and the little Teddy stayed in his father's arms.

"It's so sweet, my husband and I were so loving when I was young." Mrs. Hudson said with a kiss on Teddy's cheek and smiled.

"I'm going to leave now. It's good for young people to be energetic, but boys, please be kind to my house." Mrs. Hudson blinked her eyes and left without giving Watson a chance to explain.

"Sherlock, why does she always insist that we are a couple?" Watson asked the cohabitant helplessly, and opened the door to enter.

"Why do you care so much about their misunderstanding, John, it's nothing."

"I'm not like you. You are a married person who is married to a job, and I," Watson paused, turned the lock on the door on the second floor and smiled back, "I'm not gay."

"Dad, what is homosexuality?" Little Teddy, who was still naive in some ways, asked his father.

"That's Mycroft." Sherlock smirked and gave his son some science knowledge.

"Oh." Little Teddy nodded, and automatically understood. His hairline is worrying, and he has a sweet tooth like himself. Micky, who is always worried about his weight in private, is gay. It seems that there are still many troubles about being gay. , no wonder Daddy didn't want to be like that.

Just as Watson put the things in the refrigerator, the phone rang, and Sherlock, who was lying on the sofa, lazily reminded them that the ordered bed had arrived.

"Shut up, Sherlock, don't use such misleading words." Watson took out his mobile phone to answer, and sure enough, it was someone from over there who was about to send it over. But, damn it, can you not use such misleading words? Sentences, when did English become such impure words!

"Hello, this is the bedding company. The bed you ordered has been delivered and is going downstairs. Can you please come down?"

"Okay, I'll be right over." Watson hung up the phone and rubbed the center of his brows. He felt that his nerves would definitely be broken early. Couldn't they clearly say that it was a pink and blue children's bed?

The bed was quickly set up, and little Teddy rolled a few times on it to express his satisfaction. Of course, it was tested by Sherlock Holmes's body, and it was absolutely comfortable.

"I think we need to clean up a bit before dinner begins," suggested the tidy medic, but was immediately ignored.

"Don't do those useless things, John." Sherlock said lazily while holding his mobile phone while sending messages.

"Hey, Sherlock, if you're calling cleaning a useless thing, then I have to tell you that without me doing these useless things, you'd be living in the biggest dump in London right now."

"It's not that serious, John." Sherlock waved his hand.

"It can only be more serious than that, given that your creativity and destructive power are at the same level." Watson snorted, and was rolling up his right sleeve when he heard the doorbell, and his cohabitant immediately hid himself Entering the sofa, I will never open the door, and you will definitely open the door for me.

"Daddy, I'm going to open the door!" The child who naturally likes to open the door to welcome strangers happily got off the sofa, rushed downstairs wearing slippers, and led a man up after a while.

"Which of you two is Mr. Sherlock Holmes?" The man moaned hoarsely, his eyes were bloodshot, and he looked very listless, like someone who had suffered a serious illness.

"I am." Sherlock put away his phone and crossed his legs in a please gesture.

The man walked over, his footsteps were flimsy, Watson turned around and went to the kitchen to make a cup of black tea and handed it to him.

"Thank you."

Pulled a chair and sat next to Sherlock, sat on the little Teddy on his lap, and listened to the guest from Dartmoor while rubbing his curly hair.

After 10 minutes passed, Sherlock put down his hand and said simply, "I've taken this case."

Henry Knight looked at the detective in front of him in surprise, and asked cautiously: "Don't you need to listen again? I mean, I can provide more information."

"No need, those are all nonsense and will only waste time." Sherlock flatly refused, the word euphemism did not exist in the young detective's dictionary.After seeing off the guest, Watson asked his cohabitant suspiciously.

"I never knew you liked these outlandish things. I think that man was just a little too immersed in his own fantasy. Like his psychiatrist said, because he couldn't accept his father's death, he invented a horror hound to kill him." The memory of his father."

"Of course, John, there are no giant hounds in this world. As long as you observe carefully enough, you will always find out the truth. Those weird talk shows just use various methods to confuse the audience. Just the eyes."

"Like what you always do to me?"

"what?"

Watson looked at his cohabitant, who looked at him innocently and grinned, "Come on, Sherlock, you're just trying to avoid cleaning."

"John, how could I do that." Sherlock smiled slightly, picked up Little Teddy who was biting his fingers on the sofa, and dropped a sentence as he walked.

"Come on, John."

"Do you know how to pack his luggage, Sherlock." Watson looked at the brisk cohabitant with some amusement.

"I don't know, John, come and help me."

Shaking his head, Watson took out his mobile phone and booked the three of them tickets to the Dartmoor Plateau. Fortunately, there was still time on the weekend, and he didn't want his son to be delayed in class.

Saying hi to Mrs. Hudson, the lovely landlady began to exclaim, "Boys, are you going on your honeymoon?"

"No, Mrs. Hudson, just to solve a case, as usual." Watson explained patiently, but obviously this lovely old lady refused to accept any information that they were not a couple, and when Watson got into the car When Nei told the driver to go to Paddington Station, he smiled and sent a blessing, of course, it was completely useless.

"Have fun with your honeymoon, boys."

The red-faced military doctor, the detective who played with his mobile phone with his head down, and Teddy, who waved goodbye to Mrs. Hudson obediently and promised that they would have a good time, just like this, the three left Baker Street in a car and headed for the legendary giant hound. Haunted town of Bolton.

The sky was getting brighter, and the small hotel welcomed wave after wave of guests as soon as it opened, and it would soon become full.

"Shop manager, what do you think our last two lucky customers will be like?" the little receptionist asked boredly.

"Whatever, let's do things." The man called the store manager continued to bury his head in looking at the bill without looking back. The former shrugged his shoulders a little bored.

The morning fog hadn't cleared, and at seven o'clock, this small inn welcomed their lucky customers, two men, and a boy sleeping under his coat with his mouth pouted.

"Two rooms." Watson said, taking out his wallet.

"Unfortunately, there is only one room, but I guarantee that your family of three will definitely be able to live there. If it is not convenient enough, our hotel can provide a small bed."

The corner of Watson's mouth twitched, and he said dryly, "No, thank you, just one room."

Holding the key, Watson carried Little Teddy back to the room, but his cohabitant had long since disappeared. In the car, he told the real reason for coming here, because of a mysterious case called the Giant Hound 20 years ago. .All crime scenes are playing field for the detective who insists that there are no giant hounds, and who, of course, is Sherlock Holmes, the consulting detective who scoffs at anything out of the ordinary.

"Daddy, where's Baba?" the sleepy little Teddy asked inarticulately.

"He's going to collect information, go to sleep, baby." Watson originally thought it would be best to take his son with him at all times, but obviously he ignored the problem of motion sickness, and on the bumpy road, Little Teddy vomited on the way. His face was a little pale, and he felt better after giving him medicine.

"Well, Daddy, follow Baba, he will put himself in danger." Little Teddy said softly, he is really uncomfortable at the moment, but a bed and a comfortable sleep can save him, but he His father, the detective who regards investigating criminal cases as spiritual food, obviously didn't know how to write the word "dangerous" since he was born.

"I will, don't worry, sleep well now." Watson pushed back the curly hair on Little Teddy's forehead, and placed a kiss on the latter's forehead, comforting him.

"Well, I'm obedient, Baba is not obedient, you look at him..." muttered in a daze, and finally fell asleep due to the effect of the medicine.Watson bent down and carefully tucked the quilt for his son. The luggage was placed by the bed, and it was too late to pack it. He explained to the waiter, locked the door, and left.

His son was right, Sherlock Holmes was definitely not a guy who would obediently take care of his own life.When Watson found the other party, he was trying to walk into the legendary place where giant hounds appeared.

"Sherlock, don't take your own life seriously." Watson looked at his cohabitant reproachfully.

"There's no danger here, John." Sherlock pursed his lips and stood up.

"I don't believe there is no danger where you are." Watson rolled his eyes, put his hands in his pockets and turned away.

"Is Teddy asleep?" Sherlock adjusted his clothes and followed.

"Well, I fell asleep after taking the medicine, so I told the waiter in the store to be careful."

Nodding, the detective turned his head to look at his cohabitant, blinked his eyes, "Do you know what information I got?"

Watson glanced at him, a little funny, this is actually his line, this guy couldn't help but say it first today.

"What information did you get from someone else?"

"I'm observing, John." Sherlock retorted, with a smug smile on the corner of his mouth, "Come with me somewhere, I still need some clues to confirm my conclusion."

"Where are you going?" Watson asked curiously.

"Come with me and you'll know."

Shrugging his shoulders, Watson followed his cohabitant with strides. That guy was someone who was unwilling to give up control. Even if it was just the order in which the two walked back and forth, he was used to occupying the leading side. Life can only follow willingly.

The barbed wire fence that stretches for thousands of miles, and the guards carrying guns, seem to be heavily guarded and unbreakable.Watson sat in the tin wagon and stared at his cohabitant.

"How shall we get in? Baskerville? Are you sure?"

"Okay, John, don't be so suspicious, I have a way."

"Sherlock, I don't think my Browning will be of any use," said Watson dryly, which caused the detective to glance at him.

"John, I didn't know you were so good at making cold jokes."

"Thank you, I'm not telling a bad joke." Watson pursed his lips and said, his blue eyes were wide open, not looking happy.

Sherlock lowered his head and took out an ID from his pocket, waved it in front of Watson, and handed it to an inspecting officer under the car.

"What's that?" Watson widened his eyes in disbelief as he watched the door made of fine steel and electronic equipment open to them with ease.

"Mycroft's credentials, use where necessary."

The military doctor's lips parted slightly, and he blinked, "You took his papers, God, we'll be arrested."

"At least not within 5 minutes, hurry up, John, we don't have much time." Sherlock replied relaxedly, not feeling shameful at all to steal his brother's ID and act recklessly.

At this moment, the man representing the British Empire was in the car and sneezed, and the considerate assistant handed him a tissue.

"Sir, do you have a cold?"

"I think it's my dear brother talking about me," Mycroft joked.

"Five hours to go."

"Well, I see." Mycroft folded his hands on his knees, with a confident smile on his lips.

The luxurious black car was driving on the road, cutting through the morning mist and driving into the distance.