My son can't be this cute

Lestrade scratched his cheek. As a man who is divorcing his wife, he really can't stand people flirting in front of him now, well, well, he's a little dizzy.

"Inspector Lestrade, what are you doing now?" Watson asked.

"Nothing, what's the matter?"

"Can you watch Teddy for us? Sherlock and I need to go to the Forbidden Forest."

"Why are you going to that ghostly place?" The man was a little surprised, and then added, "Of course it's okay to take care of him." Anyway, his wife also ran away, so it's better to be alone than to be with someone.

"There are no ghosts in that place." Sherlock snorted coldly. He never believed in the theory of ghosts. It was just a lie fabricated by people to protect themselves without careful observation.Any conclusion can be drawn from the details, and the illusory ghosts are nothing but shirk responsibility.

"It's said that there are giant hounds haunting there, Sherlock, I don't suggest you go there." Lestrade frowned disapprovingly.

Sherlock looked at him with raised eyebrows, "You should be more worried about that fat man than us."

"We're not in that relationship!" Lestrade growled, his cheeks completely flushed.

"I mean just now, I used Mycroft's papers without authorization, and he probably asked you for information on this matter, because I sometimes use your papers."

"You obeyed my certificate!" Lestrade opened his eyes wide, then shook his head, and looked at the other party reproachfully, "You shouldn't have done this, it's against the rules."

"Say it as if I would care." Sherlock smiled mockingly, then was glared at by Watson, pursed his lips and calmed down.

"This is not showing off, Sherlock." Watson looked back at Lestrade and said apologetically, "I will keep an eye on him and try to stop him before he uses it."

"Can't you stop him from taking the documents in my pocket?"

"...I'm afraid I won't be able to find out so soon."

"……You are right."

The two men glanced at each other, with a sense of sympathy for each other, and the man who made them feel this way had already walked to the door.

"Please, Inspector Lestrade, we will be back soon." Watson looked at his watch, pursed his lips and said, "About an hour and a half."

"Okay, don't worry, John, I'm on vacation, time is the most important thing." Lestrade hugged the boy, grabbed his hand and waved.

"See you later, Daddy!"

"See you later, son."

After kissing little Teddy on the forehead at last, Watson trotted to keep up with his cohabitant.

Lestrade patted Little Teddy's buttocks and asked, "Let's go out and have a sit."

"Okay." Little Teddy nodded, and then bent down to hold the pudding on the table in his arms. He had to take this out, and he hadn't finished eating it yet, so don't waste it. Well, come another one later, don't waste it.

The setting sun stayed quietly on the hill, the sunset glow was crimson, under the small parasol, Teddy was happily eating pudding, Lestrade sipped his beer, sighed, feeling really aggrieved and aggrieved .

"Grey, aren't you happy?" Little Teddy asked, putting down his spoon.

"It's nothing." Lestrade rubbed the little curly hair and said with a smile, a little envious of the world of children, and these innocence are far away from him. When he chooses to be a policeman, he chooses to blend into the darkness To gaze at the light.

Little Teddy wrinkled his nose. He didn't know what Mycroft was doing to make dear Gray look so sad.

"Does Teddy like your dad very much?" Lestrade asked as he put down his beer.

"Well, I like it." Little Teddy was a little shy. If he was asked if he liked Daddy, he would proudly say that he did, but if it was Dad, he would not admit it so easily, but in front of Gray ,he can.

"Because I'm a father, do you like it?" Lestrade asked curiously. He had no children, but the teacher said that he dreamed of having children of his own.

"It's not all." Little Teddy wrinkled his nose, he thought for a while and said, "It's more because he is Sherlock Holmes, he is really not a good father, if there is no father, I think I will wait He thinks of me coming, he will starve to death, look, he is such a person, the case is always more important than his son." When he said this, Little Teddy sighed softly, not wanting someone who is not even six years old The child, quite a taste of adults.

"However," Yuanyuan's light-colored eyes bent, "he is smart and outstanding, a genius, he will also coax me, although he is not very careful, he will also notice my feelings and comfort me in his way , the most important thing is that he likes and even obsesses with the case, but he loves me, as long as he thinks about it this way, he will feel very happy, being loved is very happy."

Lestrade looked at the boy in astonishment, his words were hardly what a child of a few years could say, and the latter was already a little shy and slowly drinking the milk with his pointed ears A slightly suspicious red, Teddy Holmes also inherited his father's awkward personality.

"Have you told him?" Lestrade asked gently. His heart was full of emotion. The desire to have a child is so passionate, but the reality is a bit cruel. The reason why he and Cynthia broke up is because An important reason is because of children.

"I don't want it." Little Teddy wrinkled his nose, "He likes to hear Daddy praise him, it's enough to have Daddy's words, he makes me angry a lot of the time, I don't want to tell him how much I love him."

Lestrade smiled, because of the boy's awkward expression, this must be the father and son.

"Greg Lestrade!" A sharp female voice sounded, and the two looked over at the same time. Before they could react, a five-fingerprint appeared on Lestrade's handsome face.

Who dares to leave five fingerprints on the face of a man who represents the man of the British Empire?Little Teddy's eyes were round with surprise, thinking, who is this woman with long hair!How dare he hit Micky's man, how dare he hit his Gray!

"You have been busy for so many years, and I endured it for a long time, but now, you don't leave me the last leeway. You can watch the sunset here with a kid, but you don't want to chase me. I'm a fool to come back ! Greg, you're a bloody bastard!" The woman screamed, wiped her tears and turned away, leaving a silent Scottish detective.

A man who makes a woman cry is an asshole, Greg Lestrade used to insist, and now he is what he calls an asshole.

"Grey, does it hurt, can Teddy cheer you up?" The boy stood on the chair and stretched out his hand to reach the man's cheek.

"Thank you." The somewhat lonely inspector forced a smile, which almost made little Teddy cry. Although it was still a very handsome face, how could Gray, who was always smiling gently, look so sad.

"Micky!" Little Teddy couldn't help shouting out, Gray needed Micky's help, and at this moment, the voice that would never appear here sounded.

"I'm here." Confident, calm, and always with a joking tone, the Scottish police detective's muscles were going to be stiff. He didn't turn around, but he felt the approach of the other party, and it sounded like he was still holding His expensive handmade little black umbrella.

"Comfort Gray quickly." Little Teddy said in an eager tone like your wife hastened to comfort Gray.

Lestrade blushed fiercely when he heard this, and groaned in his heart, they really had nothing to do with each other, and then he felt warm air in his ears, which made him tremble and jumped up, covering his ears Staring at each other.

"It looks okay." Mycroft raised his eyebrows, glanced at the five-fingerprint and then quickly moved away.

"Why are you here?" Lestrade put down his hand and scratched his hair, and asked with some embarrassment. Even if there are some things, people around you will feel embarrassed if they say too much, okay? This person who represents the British Empire Can a man stop being so indifferent!

"Business trip." Mycroft said relaxedly. He was indeed on a business trip, but the location was in the next town.

"I didn't see your assistant." Lestrade said with a frown. He was very impressed with the female assistant beside Mycroft, because her right hand was always flying on the phone keyboard.

"She's just my assistant, so it's impossible for us to stick together every day." Mycroft showed a teasing smirk, Lestrade turned his face away and hugged Teddy, thought for a while and looked back at the man.

"Want to have a drink?" He invited, with a faint smile on his handsome face, which was different from his usual cheerfulness, which made the man frown, but soon relaxed and nodded.

The clerk and owner who were invited to drink tea have not yet returned. In order not to delay the schedule of the passengers, the hotel is now temporarily taken over by another temporary clerk, and the amber liquid is flowing in the transparent wine glass.

Little Teddy sat on Mycroft's lap, holding a beer glass with both hands and slowly sipping warm milk, leaving some milk stains on his little mouth, which Lestrade wiped off with a paper towel up.

"Thank you, Gray." The boy bowed his eyes and thanked him. He liked Gray because he was as gentle and careful as his father. If it was his father, he would probably just wipe his mouth with cucumber slices instead of paper towels. And the action will definitely not be more gentle than when he touched the corpse.

Lestrade rubbed Teddy's curls and smiled, and the man opposite raised his eyebrows and asked, "Like children?"

"Well, I like it." Lestrade shrugged his shoulders. Few people asked him this question. The subordinates in the group were all young people, and no one wanted to have a little one around him, but Greg Lestrade grew up Longing to have a family of my own.

"Then why not have one?" Seeing Lestrade's slightly rounded eyes, Mycroft smiled, "Sorry, why didn't you let your wife give you one."

Lestrade breathed a sigh of relief. He took a big gulp of beer, and the liquid seemed to pour into his eyes. He blinked and said sullenly, "She doesn't want to."

"Why?" Mycroft asked persistently, his tone was less condescending than his before, and more curious like ordinary people.

Lestrade gave him a blank look, "Do you have to get to the bottom of this and make such an annoying death look?"

Mycroft looked at the other man, rosy cheeks and moist lips, he was sure that the Scottish police detective was a little drunk now, otherwise he would not have said so.

"If it's you, I don't think I'm going too far."

"Ha, do you think I won't beat you up?" Lestrade narrowed his eyes, but there was a pleasant smile on the corner of his mouth.

"No, you won't."

"Do you think I'll pamper you as much as your brother?"

"I've never been pampered." Mycroft said lightly, and he stood upright like an unyielding pine tree when he was sitting.

Yes, Mycroft's childhood ended too early. It's not that his parents didn't love him enough. If he wanted to say the reason, it could only be that the man who represented the British Empire realized a problem too early. He was surrounded by a group of Among the goldfish, and they can't keep up with their own train of thought, stupid, boring, words that Sherlock used to say a lot when he was in his twenties, but he didn't know that his older brother played with it when he was a teenager.

Lestrade stared at the other party for a while, then suddenly sighed, "Sorry."

Mycroft stared at the man for a while, looking at him. The Lestrade in front of him had a handsome face, usually with a smile on his face. He was a little depressed at the moment, but it didn't diminish his charm. Yes, he was different from most men. Similarly, Lestrade has a tolerant and gentle heart, while the men of the Holmes family always approach this type of people unconsciously like a cat attracted by a small dried fish.

A kind-hearted police detective, this makes Mycroft feel relieved to hand over his brother to the other party, let him do some not-so-bad things, make trouble, or leave a mess. In the past five years, they have never Haven't met, but have a tenuous relationship because of Sherlock.

"Look at him for me."

"I will."

This is Mycroft's idea. To ordinary people, it is wishful thinking and even domineering and selfish, but Lestrade never refuted it. Wishful thinking has become mutual agreement. We have lived in peace for five years. I thought it would be peaceful in the future , who knew that there was an accident, and Mycroft knew that he would be tied to the man in front of him, so he opened the door carefully, began to observe the man, and then decided what to do next, after all, she and he were used to Take all the information and act.

"It's nothing, you don't need to say that, I do have an annoying personality." Mycroft curled his lips, this kind of self-deprecating words, but a man can make people feel that he is actually Praising the merits, Lestrade laughed, the beer in his hand had already been drunk, he had been drinking for a long time, and now even he himself felt a little drunk.

The sky had darkened slightly, the setting sun fell into the hills, and there were stars shining. The place near the fireplace in the hotel was warm. Two men were sitting on the sofa facing each other, nestling softly. Little Teddy hugged him. He dozed off on a quilt that was too big for him, and almost threw the quilt to the ground.

"You should hold him." Lestrade tried to focus and pointed out.

Mycroft pulled the cup out of Teddy's palm, and the latter turned over on his own, hugging Mycroft on his back like an octopus, his little ass slid down a bit, and his face was pressed against his belly , smashed his mouth and rubbed it again, as if he said something delicious.

Lestrade laughed at this, his cheeks flushed, and Mycroft sighed, thinking he should lose some weight next time he went back.

"He's really lovely," said Lestrade enviously. "The same hair, the same eyes, and sometimes the same personality."

"You can have one," Mycroft said calmly, stroking the little curly hair.

"Me? No, I can't give birth, I'm a man." Lestrade was already a little drunk, and even pouted his lips slightly, completely without his usual composure. Is it true that men will be like this when they are drunk, Mycroft After thinking about it, I finally decided that cute should be more suitable.

As a government official, Mycroft has seen too many people in the past few decades, and they always present their best condition in front of him. Of course, whoever is not afraid of him, or the power he holds, Mycroft had never seen anyone so vulnerable except his younger brother Sherlock Holmes, who had long ago self-willedly broken away from his protection, eager to prove himself.

"Hey, you're in a daze." Lestrade raised his hand and shook it.

"I'm never in a daze." Mycroft said lightly, in a daze?he?Mycroft Holmes, this is impossible, you must know that his appearance will only make him a target, and those who want his life may be able to form a reinforced company.

Lestrade is not a stubborn person, he shrugged his shoulders and decided not to expose the other party, so what, the Scottish police detective has no money and no rights, but as Greg Lestrade he has patience and tolerance, It's like he tolerated a certain detective, and this kid was only a little bit older than 12 years old, maybe 13 years old, and they were all kid's age, Lestrade thought amusedly in his heart.

"You seem to be laughing at me," Mycroft said slowly.

"No, I haven't." Lestrade retorted, but the smile in his eyes gave him away.

Mycroft rolled his eyes, thinking, what happened to the man who laughed at him last time?

"Mr. Holmes." Lestrade was interrupted ungentlely just as he opened his mouth.

"You may call me Mycroft."

"Okay." Lestrade didn't hesitate, he opened his mouth and called out the name, his voice was not loud, and his voice was a little hoarse. Of course, in their line of work, the clear voice like an oriole will be worn by wind and sand and time. flat.

"We haven't talked about why your wife doesn't want to have children." Mycroft asked still stubbornly.

"I thought you already knew." Lestrade gave the man a strange look, and the latter raised his chin in confusion.

"You act like you know all about the world."

"I'll know if I want to, it just takes a while."

"You're so annoying," muttered Lestrade. This was the most he said to any of the Holmes men in his life. Mycroft didn't pay attention, but just smiled. The most heard sentence in years.

After sipping his beer and being silent for a while, Lestrade said slowly. Of course, part of the reason was that his mind was messed up by alcohol, and if he spoke too quickly, he would lose his logic.

"My parents are both police officers, so I am too. Some of the reasons why the sons inherited their father's career. They died when I was a teenager."

The man paused when he said this, under the light, his long eyelashes blinked, a little fragile, but he quickly restrained himself, his tone was as gentle as ever, their business, except for solving crimes and arresting criminals In addition, camouflage is also a compulsory course.

"I and Cynthia were classmates in high school, and then I went to the police academy, and then met again in the class reunion, fell in love, got married, and sometimes I thought that God still favored me, and that was when I was most free When I got married, I became busy, and Cynthia endured a lot. A woman should not always wait for her husband to come back, and sometimes she can’t see her once in half a month.” Lestrade smiled, The liquid in the glass had almost bottomed out, and he shook some of the melted ice cubes, almost whispering.

"Maybe I shouldn't have married."

"What about the child?"

Lestrade scratched his head, "She doesn't want to, it hurts too much to have a baby."

"That's because she doesn't love you enough." Mycroft pointed out calmly, which made Lestrade a little annoyed, his blue eyes staring at him as if he had been insulted.

"We got married because we loved each other."

"So I just said that she doesn't love you enough, not that she doesn't love you." Mycroft still had a calm expression on his face, even looking a little indifferent.

Lestrade moved his lips, but in the end he said nothing. He raised his hand to cover his eyes, not wanting others to see his frail appearance. Of course, he is a detective, not a girl. Why? Let this annoying man see his fragility.

"Think I'm cold-blooded?"

When Mycroft saw that the man didn't speak, he took it as his acquiescing. His lips were pursed and then loosened. On Lestrade's body, he seemed to see his young brother. With tears streaming down his face, he said stubbornly, why not? Believe him, why not let him tell the truth.

"Because that's the truth." After decades, Mycroft still said the same thing, but the former unbearable has now become calm.People can only protect themselves by cutting through the sweet sugar coating of reality and looking directly at the ugliest parts. Whether it is him, Sherlock, or Lestrade, they are not ordinary people who can sit on the sofa with popcorn and watch soap operas, but All this indifference is just to protect himself and the people he cares about.

Those eyes are the same as in memory, unbelievable, angry, and finally hurt, as if they are blaming themselves, we are obviously on the same side, why did you betray me, it is a bit ridiculous, a man in his 30s still insists on it His so-called justice and right and wrong are ridiculous... so ridiculous that they are precious...

Mycroft raised the corners of his mouth slowly, confidently, not falsely.

"If it were me, I would."