My son can't be this cute

Watson dragged Harry and Sherlock into the living room, and let the naked incident just pass, the military doctor thought so, but obviously there are always some people who don't wink, this person is Sherlock Holmes, and now he is a consulting detective Roommate of the obnoxious Watson.

"John, I don't know when you had a sex hobby."

"Obviously it was just a damn accident!" Watson blushed and growled.

"Okay." Sherlock pursed his lips, his light-colored eyes kept staring at the other party, and he had to solve a question in his mind, that question was that he couldn't face his roommate's *, that feeling made Sherlock Feeling irritated, he hates being out of control, especially his emotions, so he had to do an experiment to prove that he was actually nothing, that his genius observation skills were not disturbed by his roommate's *.

Those light-colored eyes stared at him closely, and Watson asked with some embarrassment: "Why?"

"Observe, your shower equipment is broken, so you came to my bathroom to take a shower, and then, you forgot to bring a change of clothes, you were so awkward because I saw you all, so you never dared to look at me from the beginning, Specifically, it's the eyes, you didn't look at me, but stared at my nose, so the conclusion is..."

"What is it?" Watson asked dryly, swallowing.

"You're nervous." Sherlock's eyes flickered, and there was a moment of hesitation in his mind. Of course, because the knowledge similar to literature, painting and emotions in the detective's brain had long been deleted, unfamiliar buttons After being rebooted, he felt out of place, or repulsed for granted.

"Of course I'm fucking nervous, and I don't have a hobby of walking on the street. It's very embarrassing." Watson rolled his eyes, and buttoned up his shirt. A small piece of skin was tightly covered. .

"I..." Sherlock was about to continue asking but was interrupted. It was Harry. She had her hands on her hips and looked between them. She had just endured it for a long time. These two guys are definitely not What a fucking roommate relationship.

"John, what is the relationship between you two?"

"It doesn't matter, roommate or partner, sometimes I also work part-time as this bastard's nanny, almighty John." Watson glared at his sister, who came suddenly like this every time, and she was already in her thirties. I don't know what the correct procedure is to visit.

The blue eyes rolled away, and she licked her lower lip. The blond woman raised her hand and poked the man's face unceremoniously, "What about you, detective boy." Sherlock glanced at Harry and pursed his lips. Without saying a word, he went back to the bedroom.

"Hey, what an impolite kid!" Harry muttered dissatisfiedly, frowning, the texture of his face was not good at all, his cheekbones poked up, and it was still John's 360-[-]-degree face that could always see a double chin. better.

Watson felt a chill running down his back. His sister's smile was his childhood nightmare. "I'm telling you, Halle, we're all grown-ups now." Watson scowled, trying to wince his bastard sister back.

"John, you're getting more and more boring." Harry muttered, sitting on the sofa contentedly, crossing his long legs and looking up at his younger brother.

"Tea."

Watson pressed his eyebrows, and walked to the kitchen in frustration. Habit is a terrible thing, but I don't know whether it's because Harry has enslaved him for too long or Sherlock has strengthened his instinct to serve the bastards.

Handing the hot tea to the other party, John sat on Sherlock's exclusive seat, leaning against the sofa and asked helplessly, "Why did you come here suddenly?" After speaking, he took a sip of the black tea on the table, and sprayed it immediately. come out.

"You're fucking with a man, I can't come here yet!"

"Ahem..." Watson beat his chest and coughed, and it took him a long time to calm down. His cheeks were flushed, and his big blue eyes stared at the other party.

"I said, we are not a couple, damn it, can't you believe it!"

Harry rolled her eyes to her younger brother. She is not an idiot. This idiot brother is really only seven years old. When he sees other people kissing, he still asks himself why they like to gnaw their lips. It is not romantic or imaginative, idiot One egg, and now adding insensitivity, now she finally understands why this guy is still a bachelor even though he can easily win the favor of women.

"Well, John, is there anything to eat, I'm starving."

"You just finished eating all the cookies Mrs. Hudson sent, and you said you were hungry!" Watson looked at his sister with eyes like are you really a woman.

"That's a snack, I have to eat dinner." Harry licked the biscuit crumbs at the corner of his mouth, and had to say that the landlady is really cute, with a good personality, and would make such delicious snacks, if she was younger , can be your own sister-in-law.

Speaking of dinner, Watson remembered something. He looked up at the wall clock. It was past four o'clock. Maybe he was throwing a temper tantrum again, I hope he suddenly remembered it or forget it.

"Where are you going?" Harry asked with some doubts as he watched Watson get up suddenly.

"To pick up Teddy." Watson hurriedly put on his coat and replied while zipping it.

"Who is Teddy?" Harry threw himself on the sofa, twisted half of his body and looked at Watson, his eyebrows frowned. Teddy seemed to be a child's name.

Watson was about to answer subconsciously, but he shut up quickly. He almost wanted to speak, but the door of Sherlock's bedroom opened, and the man had already tied the blue scarf.

"I'm going to pick up Teddy."

"Well, that's fine." Watson nodded, because it's very unsafe to leave Harry alone in the apartment. Never underestimate the destructive power of Sherlock and Harry.

"Excuse me, isn't Teddy a bear?" Harry asked, blinking.

"He is my son." Sherlock left after leaving this sentence.

"Is he still angry?" Harry asked, rubbing her nose. She tilted her head and looked at her brother and said, "I didn't know he cared so much about his appearance. Not like this type."

"...I think he may not be because of this incident."

"This is really strange." Harry wrinkled his nose, turned over and stuffed himself on the sofa, swayed his legs and said, "John, don't mess with someone with a son, trouble."

"You think we are a couple?" Watson said with a smile.

Harry sat up and rolled his eyes, instead of answering the other party's words, he yelled that she was hungry.

"You obviously came to see me, but I have to serve you." Watson muttered as he walked towards the kitchen, and the blonde woman on the sofa snorted.

While her younger brother was busy in the kitchen, the bored Harry sneaked into the refrigerator, trying to see if there was any beer, well, she really just had a taste, just one sip, Clara would forgive her, guess With this kind of shameless cheating in mind, Harriet Watson opened Sherlock's refrigerator, and Watson, who was washing vegetables, just took out the tomatoes when he heard the high-decibel scream of a woman.

"Fuck, what the hell is this!"

Not long after, Harley rushed in front of him, her thin lips opened and closed quickly, and countless dirty words popped out from inside.

"Fuck, John, you have a fucking human hand in your freezer! Fuck! God! There's a bottle of eyeballs in the lower right corner! God damn it, I could swear the fuckin' shit was fresh..." Finally, Miss Watson, who was still panting heavily, ended the conversation with a classic curse word.

"Hold!"

John calmly bent down to pick up the tomatoes and rinsed them under the tap. Soon, his shoulders were shaken violently.

"Fuck, John, aren't you surprised? Those are fucking real human hands and eyeballs! I suspect your damn roommate is selling human organs!"

Watson pursed his lips, put the tomatoes on a clean plate, turned his head to look at his sister, and frowned.

"Harry, I'm your brother, don't say the word 'fuck' to me, I don't like *, and, Sherlock prefers corpses to human parts, fresh, so now you go sit and watch TV, stop yelling and swearing at me."

"Fuck, John, you can bear that kind of guy, I absolutely don't agree with you two being together!" Harry looked at his always gentle brother with hellish eyes, he really put his head on the battlefield once Burned out?Hold!Those things are really scary, okay?

"Fuck! Harriet Watson, can you stop swearing at me all the time! I'm your brother! And we're really not a couple!" Watson, who couldn't bear it anymore, held up a tomato and growled. And his older sister Harriet looked at him in surprise, then rolled her eyes.

"Why are you so angry?" After saying this, he grabbed the washed tomato in Watson's hand, took a bite and left the kitchen, leaving the military doctor dumbfounded.

What a fucking life!The military doctor really wanted to put his middle finger up, but he still pressed his eyebrows and decided to prepare dinner. He was wrong. His life has never been peaceful, because two demons have occupied his life, one named Harriet and the other named Sherlock.

When Sherlock came back with his son, the TV in the living room was on, it was a hilarious family drama, replayed, the coffee table was messy, the high heels were on the carpet, and he was gnawing on an apple The laughing woman turned her head and waved, her blue eyes lit up immediately when she saw Little Teddy.

"Hi, little one!"

Little Teddy tilted his head to look at the blonde woman, his eyes suddenly opened wide, and asked cautiously, "Are you Aunt Hallie?"

"Aunt?" Harry repeated suspiciously.

Little Teddy quickly restrained his expression, and explained with squinted eyes, "Daddy told me."

"Daddy?"

"Yes." Little Teddy let go of his father's hand and walked towards the blond woman, lying on her lap, raised his face and said softly: "Teddy has no mommy, daddy is like mommy Just as gentle, so Teddy can call John Daddy and you Aunt Harley?"

Big watery eyes, a soft smile, and a face as cute as a three-year-old little John!God, what a surprise!After more than [-] years, Harriet Watson once again found the face with the best touch!

"Of course, my little cutie!" Harry smiled boldly, holding the little Teddy in his arms and kneading his face heartily.

Sherlock rolled his eyes, ignored the two people making a mess, and walked directly to the kitchen.While flipping the spatula, Watson said gently, "Sherlock, Harley is not a bad person even though she speaks dirty words. If she says something bad, don't mind."

"I'm not mad at her." Sherlock leaned on the counter, picked a broccoli and looked at it carefully.The expression was like a cat seeing a ball of yarn, and couldn't help but want to raise its paw to scratch it.

"Why is that?" Watson put the dishes on the plate and put them aside, washed the pot and poured oil on the fire again. He did all this so naturally, he didn't realize that there was anything wrong, but Sherlock noticed, He blinked and thought, when on earth did this little man get a pass to his territory?

"Why don't you talk?" Watson fanned the lampblack with his hand. The cooker hood in the kitchen is not working well recently. I have to find some time this week to fix it. God bless it's not because Sherlock has done something to their furniture again. Damn experiment.

"It's nothing." With a faint voice, without the usual arrogance or disdain, Watson looked up at the other party, his light-colored eyes had a clear beauty under the light.

"Okay." Watson shrugged his shoulders and smiled. He looked away and continued to cook. Sherlock stood up straight, put the broccoli where it belonged, and left. The corners of the lips finally relaxed, and even curved slightly.

"John, no onion rings."

"You can't be picky eaters, Sherlock, we have an agreement!" No one answered, Watson grabbed a handful of onion rings and threw them down, muttering, "Eating this is good for your health, at least force him to eat some. "

During the meal, Harry obviously noticed that something was wrong. The detective seemed to be in a good mood, and heck, he came back with a straight face like you owe me ten chocolate cakes, a wayward kid look.

Swallowing the food in his mouth, Harry tilted his head and looked at his younger brother. He had tea-blond hair and was not as beautiful as when he was young, but his blue eyes were still as bright as when he was a child. His younger brother resolutely went to On the battlefield, even if she yelled at that time to sever the sibling relationship with this guy, it didn't stop him, but now, cooking, complaining that his roommate shouldn't be picky eaters, such a John looks really happy.

Biting her lips, Harry shifted her gaze to Sherlock again. She narrowed her eyes slightly, thinking, what kind of charm does this man have, so that he can charm her kind, generous but stubborn and critical brother.Apart from drinks, Harry could swear she had never studied anything so carefully.

"Harry, what are you doing staring at Sherlock?" Watson asked with a frown.

"Ha, it's nothing, just to see if his anger has subsided." Harry scratched his cheeks, and gave Sherlock a heroic smile, "Actually, you don't need to care too much, even if your face grows a bit, you still look very pretty." Not bad."

"Pfft." Both Little Teddy and John laughed. Fortunately, the things were safely in the stomach, otherwise it would be a waste of food and had to be cleaned up.

"I'm full." With light words and an expressionless face, Sherlock Holmes put down his fork and got up to leave.

"Daddy, Aunt Halle, can we bully Dad like this?" Little Teddy blinked and asked worriedly.

"God, I'm telling the truth." Harley rolled her eyes. She was a straight person, she said whatever she thought of, and that guy obviously had a long face. The most important thing was that she didn't call him ugly, really. I understand why he is angry, men and women, it really is not as refreshed as beer, and while sighing, he quickly replenished his stomach with food.

"I'll go coax him." Little Teddy put down the fork, and got off the chair twisting his buttocks. He has already eaten, but Daddy hasn't finished eating, so this task is left to him.

He trotted to the refrigerator, tiptoed to open the refrigerator, looked at it, and ignored the fresh one, but at the moment it was frozen stiff and had eyeballs beside it as decorations. Finally, the boy bent his eyes and took out a piece of it. chocolate cake.

"Is the little guy really the detective's son?" Harry asked, blinking.

"Yes, so hurry up and eat your dinner." John looked back and replied, Teddy is of course Sherlock's son, and also my son, Watson didn't dare to say this, there was no shadow Harley can make a world-shattering mess, not to mention such a thing that is beyond common sense. In order not to cause trouble, he can only continue to live in lies, the helpless military doctor sighed.

"Okay." Shrugging his shoulders, Harry continued to gorge on food, with no image at all, with a heroic style that even a man would be ashamed of.The corners of Watson's mouth were twitching, God knows what his beautiful sister-in-law Clara really likes about Harley.

Little Teddy ran to the sofa with the chocolate cake in his hands like offering treasures. The detective was nestling in the couch and browsing information on his blackberry phone.

"Dad, do you want to eat cake?" Little Teddy coaxed. "It's delicious."

"Don't." Turned over, his eyes were still fixed on the screen, and his fingers flew like flying keys.

Little Teddy put the cake on the coffee table, and climbed onto his father's belly with hands and feet. He held his father's cheek in his little hands and stared at him carefully, frowning and sometimes serious. When Sherlock started to twist, Little Teddy just He said in a grown-up tone: "I look so cute, everyone says we look alike, how can my dad not look good?" After speaking, he touched the other person's cheek and bent his eyes to add, "I just like the way you look."

Sherlock snorted, sat up and put his son on his lap. The chocolate cake had been wiped out when Watson came over for dinner. Survival hiccupped.

"Daddy, I've coaxed Dad well."

Watson smiled helplessly, picked up the plate, tilted his head and said, "Forget it this time, next time you have dinner, no more sweets."

"Okay." He replied obediently, showing his small white teeth.

Harry came over with a pudding, and there was a smile in her blue eyes. Before Watson could stop his sister's idiot behavior, the blonde woman raised her hand and rubbed the detective's black curly hair, coaxing a child Said in a tone: "Okay, this is a gift for apology."

Watson could swear that he saw a cold light flash in the eyes of his cohabitants, and even Mycroft dared not rub Sherlock's hair casually. Although he has always wanted to try his hand, but God, it is definitely not this time .Unexpectedly, Sherlock didn't do anything crazy, but took the patch and stuffed it into Teddy's arms, watching Harry with a slightly sarcastic smile.

"This is my pudding, don't you think it's insincere?"

"What a wayward child." Harley didn't mind the other party's sarcasm, but rubbed the curly hair again, um, it feels really good.

"Harry, you haven't called Clara yet, so go and make a call at this late hour." Watson dragged his sister away, threw the phone to her and told her to go to the kitchen to make a call, and then came back quickly, Sherlock still kept Looking at the posture just now, the buttons on the BlackBerry almost failed. Watson took a breath, raised his hand to fix Sherlock's hairstyle, and said dryly: "Sherlock, don't mind, Harry's personality is A little familiar."

"Don't be nervous, I don't mind, John." Sherlock finally raised his head to glance at the other party and said lazily, then lowered his head and played with his BlackBerry.

Hearing Sherlock's answer, Watson heaved a sigh of relief, and the military doctor scratched his cheek and said, "Then I'll go wash the dishes first."

"Go, John, remember to give me a cup of black coffee and two spoons of sugar."

"Well, I'll remember." Shrugging his shoulders, Watson decided to pamper him tonight.

Sitting on his father's lap, Teddy, who was digging pudding, suddenly felt a burst of cold air. When he turned around, his big blue eyes widened slightly, because the corners of his father's mouth curled up slightly, as if Laughing, but definitely not a friendly smile.

"Dad, are you okay?" Little Teddy asked with some concern.

"I'm fine, Teddy." Sherlock browsed the information while rubbing his little curly hair, while the former pursed his lips and finally nodded.

"Okay then." The kid continued digging the pudding happily, so he didn't see the detective's expression now.His eyes were focused on the phone screen, his light-colored eyes sparkled, as if Lestrade had thrown him a case that caused headaches for all of London, and the corners of his mouth curled into a small, malicious arc.