My son can't be this cute

Sherlock embraced his son and waved his hand to say "taxi". The round black taxi stopped at the door of 221B Baker Street, bent down and nimbly hugged the little Teddy, and got in.

Watson followed, a small white hand and a big white hand blocked the car door for him.

"Thank you." Watson was taken aback for a moment, and thanked dryly.

Little Teddy rolled his eyes, "Daddy, you're welcome." After speaking, he took Watson's crutches and crawled to Sherlock's lap and sat down.

Watson adjusted his posture, his face was still stiff all the time, he was sure that the driver gave him a strange look when he came in, yes, he looked at him, weirdly, he was the only one who looked at him that way , the aggrieved doctor continued to look forward with a stiff face.

After a while, the too quiet atmosphere made Watson decide to say something.

"En." He opened his head, turned around slightly, and closed his mouth again.

"What's the matter, Daddy?" Little Teddy raised his eyes from the phone, and naturally stuffed the black phone into the pocket of the black woolen coat with his right hand, while the owner of the phone was still staring out of the car window intently. , pursing his lips tightly without saying a word.

There was a bit of embarrassment in the air, little Teddy looked at his father with big eyes, and blinked his long eyelashes.

"Daddy, what do you want to say?" He asked again, and at the same time, he quickly noticed his father's embarrassment, turned around and pinched his father's face.

"Father, Daddy wants to talk to you."

Sherlock, who was forced to turn his face away, was a little dissatisfied, but he couldn't get angry. The son belonged to him, and there was no way to deny it. Besides, as his cohabitant, it was necessary to disclose some information appropriately.

"I know what you want to ask, but John, I don't think now is the time, since your little head can't digest the information I said in a short time." Sherlock said blankly, when he said this , the driver in front accidentally slipped his hand, and the car shook violently. Everyone was fine, except that the forehead of the blond man made an absolutely intimate contact with the hard chair in front.

John Hamish Watson is 29 years old, has been on the battlefield and touched the gun, and off the battlefield with the knife, so if possible, he hopes that his goddamn cohabitant will watch his neck, blue eyes stare looked at each other, but his naturally gentle face didn't look imposing.

"Daddy, are you okay?" Little Teddy twisted his body and gave his daddy a distressed cry, while pouted and glared at the perpetrator dissatisfied.

"I'm fine." Watson was a little moved, and rubbed the curly hair of little Teddy, who bent his eyes and heaved a sigh of relief.

"Come on, sit here, Teddy." John greeted, the car is already small enough, so riding with a damn cohabitant that he hates will only make people suffocate, so in order to divert attention, and also for some kind of provocation , Dr. Watson made a wrong decision.

"Okay." Long ago, he didn't want to sit with his expressionless father who was quickly analyzing the case in his head, so Little Teddy happily agreed.

Sherlock didn't mind either. He let his son pass by. He just glanced at the cohabitant's leg that shouldn't be lame. There was a hint of a smile at the corner of his mouth. Then he quickly restrained himself and continued to swim in his thinking palace.

When the little Teddy was sitting on his lap, Watson felt that he must have done nothing good. Well, the little guy is a bit heavy, and his lame leg is jj in the corner.

"What's the matter, Daddy?" Seeing Watson's stiff face, Little Teddy asked worriedly. He sized him up and said blushingly, "I'm still too heavy, right?"

"No, it's not heavy at all." Watson quickly comforted him with a smile.

"Well, I've been eating a lot of sweets lately and maybe gained two pounds."

"It's three pounds." A cool voice cut in, and Sherlock raised his eyes to a glare from his son.

"It's two pounds."

"No, it's three pounds."

"Two pounds." Sherlock still insisted, without any self-consciousness as an adult or a father. The obnoxious live-in partner reveals his old self at the first meeting.

"Sherlock, you won't let him, he's still a child."

"I'm telling the truth, and from that recent photo of him under his clothes, and the creases in his trousers, I'm pretty sure he's put on three pounds."

"I'm only six years old." With tears in his big eyes and red circles around his eyes, little Teddy sobbed in Watson's arms. It wasn't his fault that he gained three pounds, it was all because of the scale.

"Sherlock, you have to apologize." Watson said to the cohabitant while comforting the little Teddy.

"I am telling the truth."

"It's natural for a child of this age to gain three pounds." Watson tried to explain it to his stubborn cohabitant from a scientific point of view, but the other party was obviously not so persuasive.

"But it shouldn't be within a week."

Unable to convince his damn stubborn cohabitant, Dr. Watson decided not to talk to him for the time being, and comforted him with his little Teddy.

Sherlock glanced at the little furry head, which blinked at him, and in a direction Watson couldn't see, retracted his gaze and continued to swim in the hall of thought.

Arriving at the destination, Sherlock led the strides in front, and Little Teddy held Watson's hand and followed quickly.

A tall female police officer saw them and greeted them with a smile, "Hello, freak."

Watson was stunned for a moment, looked around, and finally confirmed that the address was addressed to his cohabitant, and the latter just pulled up the yellow cordon with a blank face, signaling them to go over.

"New roommate, and...?" The female police officer's eyes suddenly widened because of the similar appearance of Little Teddy and Sherlock.

Sherlock didn't intend to talk to him, but said coolly: "Officer Donovan, if you don't want another dead body in London in the next second, please don't bother us with your little head."

The female police officer named Donovan glared at the man for a moment, but stopped retorting.

There was a moment in Watson's heart that he applauded his cohabitant, well, just for a moment, although he also felt that Sherlock was a very annoying cohabitant, but he didn't think he did anything to get that title .

Little Teddy remained silent all this time, just stared at Donovan for a while, and finally gave her a sweet smile and left.

Before entering the door, another man came out with a very smug expression.