My son can't be this cute

Baker Street returned to its former tranquility. As usual, Watson dug the old and the young out of bed, cooked them breakfast, and then those who should go to school went to school, and those who should go to work went to work. As for Sherlock, who cares what he is doing? What is he doing at home? When there is no case, he is either doing experiments at home or whipping corpses in Barts Hospital.

"Since I don't need to get up early, why did you drag me out of the quilt!" said the gloomy detective dissatisfied.

"Your stomach needs something to eat at this time, God! Sherlock, I will never let my perfect attendance bonus go to waste for that stupid reason again!" Watson frowned, handing the milk to the man with his right hand 12 year old kid throwing a tantrum.

"How stupid!" Sherlock glared at the other party, no one dared to provoke him, especially sleeping, even Mycroft would not bother him at this time.

"Because I didn't eat well, I almost stayed up all night last night to take care of you!" Watson pointed to the dark circles under his eyes.

The detective pursed his lips, "I'll ask you for leave."

"Please, just take care of yourself." Watson rolled his eyes and handed the milk to his cohabitant.

"Daddy really doesn't want to take a break?" Little Teddy asked with concern after taking a sip of milk.

"I only have to work for half a day today, and I will rest when I come back." Watson smiled and wiped off the milk stains around Little Teddy's mouth with a tissue. The latter blushed a little shyly, and looked at Watson with big eyes.

"Then I'll come back by myself after school."

"No, I have to pick you up."

"It's good that Dad comes."

Watson glanced at his cohabitant with a smile, shook his head, "Forget it, I'll pick you up myself."

"John, I can pick up Teddy." Sherlock rolled his eyes and said, not understanding why the other party didn't trust him so much.

Watson stared at each other with wide-eyed eyes. His eyes lingered on Sherlock's stomach for a while, and asked hesitantly, "Sherlock, does stomach pain cause problems with your brain?" Even the few steps from the living room to the bedroom Sherlock Holmes, who was unwilling to leave, even offered to pick up and drop off the children.

"I'm normal." Sherlock frowned impatiently, his lips were tightly pursed, he looked like the kind of child who had a temper tantrum, looking at you to show that, if you say another word, I will leave The meaning of running away from home.

Watson blinked his eyes, the corners of his mouth had a nice curve, and he said cheerfully, "Then please, Sherlock, the dinner will be your favorite."

Is this rewarding the family pet with a good treat?Sherlock snorted coldly in his heart, as if he was really a pet.

"Not too much meat."

The military doctor swallowed a mouthful of the sandwich and suddenly heard the other party's request, he was stunned for a moment, his brows and eyes were crooked with a smile.

"it is good."

After Watson left in a hurry, Sherlock also stood up and looked down at his son, "Let's go."

"But I'm still wondering which hat to wear." Little Teddy hesitated looking at the two hats in his hand, both of which are very cute, one is his favorite bear style, and the other is his favorite blue hat. color.

"It's fine to wear both." Sherlock, who was not considerate at all, said coolly.

"That's ugly." Little Teddy glared at the other party, and finally decided to wear a bear hat. Everyone said he was wearing the cutest one.

"You're a boy." Sherlock still said as he closed the door and waited for a taxi on the street.

"So I didn't choose the one with a bow, although Mrs. Hudson kept saying that I was very suitable for that hat." Little Teddy said sweetly with curved eyes.

Soft, cute, and sometimes extremely willful children belonging to Sherlock Holmes, the calmness in the detective's light-colored eyes dissipated and became warmer, and Sherlock would not be the cold one in the rare times detective.He smiled slightly, rubbed his ears, the taxi stopped, and the father and son set off in the direction of the school.

When he arrived at school, just before he could put Teddy on the ground, Sherlock got a text message from his mobile phone. After reading the text message, he looked almost refreshed, with light-colored eyes shining brightly.

Oh, case, my lord's favorite.Little Teddy thought to himself.

"Okay, Dad, I can go to the class by myself, don't worry about me, just do what you like." Little Teddy waved his little hand and said, of course, this is his father, that is him Daddy, Baker Street is his home, there is no need to worry anymore.

Sherlock nodded, put his feet back into the car, thought for a while and turned his head to look out the window and said, "I'll come pick you up when school is over."

The little boy froze for a moment, then rolled his eyes happily and nodded vigorously.The car left, but this time, Little Teddy really didn't feel sad.

On the other side, Watson had just arrived at the clinic, and after changing his clothes, the considerate Sarah brought a cup of hot tea.

"Thank you."

Although Watson is so busy these days because of Sherlock, the thought of getting up a little bit has faded, and the two of them don't have that kind of meaning anymore, but Sarah is still very considerate, and sometimes Watson will sigh, if he didn't Moving to the shell machine is estimated to be married at this moment, but it was thrown away by the doctor just after thinking about it.

Sarah smiled and put her left hand in her pocket to keep warm, "You don't seem to have had a good rest. Fortunately, you can get off work early today."

"Sorry." Watson was really embarrassed. After all, he often neglected the work here because of the case.

"John, don't say sorry to me." Sarah shook her head, with a gentle smile on her lips, "Have some hot tea."

After the woman left, Watson took a sip of hot tea and decided to continue working. No matter what thoughts he had before, they had faded away after all. After thinking about it, he turned to what to have for dinner today.

I don't know if it's God's pity for the military doctor. There were basically no guests this morning. Although it was a bit unkind, Watson still danced happily in his heart.

At three o'clock, Watson got off work and went to the supermarket to buy the ingredients for dinner. When he went back, he felt that he smelled terrible. When he was queuing up in the supermarket, someone behind him bought a bunch of irritating food, which was probably all sticky. on his clothes.

Watson was going to take a shower and rest for a while, but damn it, the bathroom in his room was broken, and there was no water coming out, so the helpless military doctor had to use the bathroom in Sherlock's room.

"I hope he doesn't mind," the man muttered and went straight to the shower, exhausted, and if Sherlock minded he wouldn't do his laundry again.

Watson had never been to Sherlock's bathroom. Of course, they were just ordinary roommates. Everyone's bedroom had a shower. It was impossible for him to be curious enough to visit his roommate's bathroom.

The single man's room is nothing to look at, and Sherlock's room is just a little more decoration than ordinary people, such as the pictures of wanted criminals all over the wall.The layout is similar to that in Watson's room, except that the curtains in the bathroom are made of sky blue, while Watson's is a helpless pink. God knows which tenant stayed behind. Fortunately, there are no cute teddy bears on it, otherwise At the risk of budget overruns, Watson wasted no time replacing a curtain.

The shower gel, shampoo, and Watson himself use the same brand. It was the first time he used his roommate's bathroom. Dr. John obviously overlooked one thing, that is, when taking a bath in someone else's bedroom or bathroom, remember Bring a change of clothes.This embarrassing question was only realized when Watson washed himself clean, his white skin was even pink, God, he didn't even bring a towel, and the towel hanging there was obviously not suitable for sharing.The clothes in the laundry basket were balled up, and the military doctor, who was covered in fragrance and white, obviously didn't want to wear them anymore.

"He probably hasn't come back yet." Watson muttered, and went out boldly, the point is that he was still dripping, and there were wet footprints of the military doctor on the wooden floor.

Opening the door, he looked around cautiously. There was no one, that's great. Watson heaved a sigh of relief and prepared for the [-]-meter sprint on the battlefield. Half of his ass was exposed, and at this time, someone came back Yes, the click of the door lock was a thrill to the medic's heart.

Sherlock quickly solved the case from Scotland Yard, it was boring, so he just left after giving the clue, and another reason is because he really can't bear to be in the same place with his brother, the point is Those two people don't know that the hormones they secrete each other have made the hairs on their bodies stand up. He hates Mycroft, and now he hates Lestrade even more. He made the most idiotic decision in his life, not with Mike. Loft together, but even that fat man, God, he needs John!

After rejecting Lestrade's police car, Sherlock sat in the taxi with a straight face, and did not regain his composure until he reached Baker Street.As soon as she got off the taxi, she saw a strange long-haired woman walking towards the door of her apartment. She seemed to have sensed something, looked back at herself, and was not very surprised. She was different from many women Sherlock had seen. She looks as strong as a man, even with her beauty looks.

"My dear little John's roommate?" The woman raised her slender eyebrows and asked, or just affirmed, because the slightly raised corners of her mouth were full of strong confidence.

Light-colored blonde hair, stronger than the average woman, with blue shadows under the eyes, not very good but not too bad, showing signs of alcoholism, but it can be seen that he is trying to quit drinking recently, but obviously not successful, it is estimated that in the future I will try again in a week, the ring on my hand is very new, the clothes are not expensive but very clean and tidy, even the leather shoes are clean, combined with her broken nails that have not been trimmed in time, it can be seen that life is not A delicate person, who was obviously being tended to by someone, could not have been Mummy, because the dress was a young woman's taste, and a pet name for John, all together, the detective concluded.

"You are John's sister, Harriet Watson."

"Oh, just like what John said on the blog, you are a capable guy." Harry smiled and patted the detective on the shoulder. She looked Sherlock up and down again, and looked at Sherlock with a scrutiny. "Aren't you gay?" he asked.

"No, Job and I are already married." Sherlock said expressionlessly.

"You can leave again after you get married, like me, but to be honest, I don't want to spoil the last straight man of the Watson family."

Sherlock had never been put on shoulders before, and it was a woman, but it was his roommate's sister, so although he frowned a little uncomfortable, he didn't let her let go of his claws with a cold face.Mycroft likes to define everything about Sherlock as a cat's little habit, and he doesn't like strangers to touch it, which is obviously a little cleanliness of a house cat.

Since she was Watson's older sister, Sherlock naturally had to show more patience, for example, endure the occasional shoulder pats from her, which were hard, not at all like a woman's.

"It looks thin, but it's a bit muscular." Harry grinned and came to this conclusion.

"Thank you." Sherlock showed a smirk, but his facial muscles pulled a bit, but there was no smile in his eyes.

"It's such an ugly smile. Our little John is cute." Harry wrinkled his nose and said unceremoniously. What John said to him when he was angry, that only Harley in the world could stand him, because they both had the same asshole attributes.

Rushing into the second floor in a hurry, Harry pushed open the door and opened his arms, wanting to give her dear brother a kiss, then her blue eyes widened.

A naked man with gentle facial lines and a cute nose who smiles like a teddy bear and a name he doesn't even like, John Hamis Watson .

If Watson had been a woman, she would have screamed right now.If Watson had been a boy, he would have shown a big smile at the moment without caring.But everything is if, Watson is a man, 29 years old this year, he also invaded Afghanistan, so when he was stared at by his sister and roommate, he could only quickly cover his face □Turning his face, at the same time Xia Locke also dragged the blond woman out with quick eyesight and quick hands, and his movements were done in one go, except that his hands were slightly slippery when he went out and he didn't close the door properly.

With flushed cheeks, Dr. Watson ran towards his bedroom at a speed beyond the limit of the human body.

"You've all gotten to that level!" With wide blue eyes, Halle didn't scream at the sight of her brother's cock, she screamed at her brother coming out of his roommate's room naked.

"Quiet!" Sherlock snapped, his lips trembled, and his pupils hadn't returned to normal for a while. Of course, even though Sherlock was still a kid with zero sexual experience, his mental age remained at 12 years old. , but it doesn’t mean that he hasn’t seen a man’s *, although they are generally dead or alive, or even stiff corpses, but isn’t that what the human body is made of? The piston movement itself is just a physical reaction and the thrill of friction stimulation ...

Wait, no, Sherlock pressed his brow, his mind is a little confused, some spam is too much, delete delete, yes, delete quickly!

Although Harley was careless and even rude, she was still a girl. She felt that Sherlock's eyes just now were unmistakable. It was like a dragon seeing a gold coin. His eyes suddenly lit up. Although it was very fast, it definitely lit up.

"You bastard, what nonsense are you talking about that you are married to work!" Harry furiously reached out and grabbed Sherlock's collar, but the detective quickly regained his composure, and said with a frown, "Let go."

"Don't let it go! Do you want to shirk it all when you fuck my brother?" Harry said viciously. Harry, who was wearing high goose shoes, was not much shorter than Sherlock in height. Attributes, the detective seems to be overwhelmed in terms of momentum.

"Harry! What nonsense!" Watson heard his impulsive sister say some damn words before he buttoned it up, what did he mean by being fucked by Sherlock? Have you rolled the sheets?The furious John Watson pushed the door and went out, staring at the two people with blue eyes, yes, two people, Sherlock is also a bastard, why did he turn his head and leave to make people misunderstand, it seems that there is such a thing , I was so fucking dazed, I rushed into the room only to find out, it's not like I haven't been naked before, what would it be like to escape back to the bedroom like a woman!

"John! When did you get involved with a man!" Harley kindly helped her little brother get justice but was yelled at, so she yelled back very dissatisfied.

"I do not have!"

The two siblings stood in the corridor and yelled at each other, startling Mrs. Hudson who was taking an afternoon nap downstairs.

"God, what are you three doing in the corridor? Have a tea party?" The lovely landlady could never figure out the situation, she came up and pulled Sherlock's sleeve and asked curiously: "Who is this beautiful girl?" ? Sherlock, are you having an affair?" In Mrs. Hudson's perception, John Watson was an upright and brave young man, gentle and kind. Certainly, when someone told her this old man, she would not be surprised that Sherlock Holmes fell in love with a corpse, because it was Sherlock, but these were all thoughts before meeting Dr. Watson, It was impossible for her to approve of such a thing now.

"Ha, John, why are you denying it now!" Harry stared at his younger brother and gritted his teeth. "This lovely landlady has already said that you have an affair with this man! Damn you are still married! And I, your only sister, the one who loves you the most, don't even know about it!" After speaking, she turned her head Looking at Mrs. Hudson, she quickly restrained her ferocious expression and smiled slightly, "My dear wife, I am not the man with the long face who has an affair. I like those with big breasts."

"Oh, lovely girl, it sounds like you already have a partner." Mrs. Hudson rolled her eyes happily. She was a lovely and even romantic old man, and she didn't mind the gender of her partner at all.

"Yes, dear lady, we're married." Harry grinned, reaching out and shaking his wedding ring like a child.

"It's a remarriage." Sherlock couldn't help but interjected, looking a little angry. Of course, the whole world revolves around him, and Watson only revolves around himself. The detective has been spoiled. His world, His territory can only give John Watson a pass, and the woman in front of him is trying to break this rule.

"Shut up, Sherlock!" John snapped, then looked at his sister and glared at her again and said, "You too, shut up, Harriet Watson."

Harley is a girl who is not afraid of anything, she even came out without fear, when same-sex marriage was not allowed, but she was only afraid of one thing, that is her dear brother John Watson Yelling at her and telling her to shut up, an angry John is very scary, a John who doesn't talk to her, teases him and ignores her is creepy.

"Okay." Pouted, Harry surrendered, and Sherlock on the side also pursed his lips, obediently like an unconvinced cat, even though he was dissatisfied, he did not dare to stretch his paws at his owner, but in When the owner can't see them, they like to torture the sofa or curtains to vent their anger. They are very bad pets, so bad that the owner can only stare at them for the rest of their lives.

Watson sighed, pressed his eyebrows and said to his dear landlady, "Sorry, Mrs. Hudson, I think my sister made you rest because of the noise."

"Don't worry, dear John, I like your sister. She is a lovely girl. I wanted to be such a lively girl when I was young, but I can't help it." Mrs. Hudson said kindly, with the corners of her mouth constantly With a smile on her face, this genuinely lovely old lady cared for her special couple with all her love and patience.

"You are such a lovely landlady." Harry bent over and kissed Mrs. Hudson on the cheek, and the latter smiled and said, "Okay, my little girl, then I will give you a gift later." The tea and snacks are here, let's chat first, and I'll make some preparations."

"Please, Mrs. Hudson." Watson said sincerely.

"You're welcome, my little John."

After the landlady left, Halle suddenly felt a little emotional. She looked at her younger brother with a gentle smile. In this way, Halle Watson and John looked more like a pair of siblings. They had the same hair color and the same hair color. Eyes and an equally gentle expression.

"She's as gentle as a mother."

Watson looked at his sister, and all the anger in his heart suddenly dissipated at this moment. No matter how bastard Harley was, he was his sister. After his mother died, it was this ugly sister who protected him with her fists. How could Harley, who appeared in front of Watson like a hero, become an alcoholic? That's why Watson hated her drinking so much, and was unwilling to accept Harley's help even after retiring from the army.

Watson, who was immersed in emotion, did not see that his older sister Halle, who was tall in his childhood impression, was winking at his roommate.

"Hey, long-faced detective, I just said that only I know best how to stop John from being cranky."