My son can't be this cute

Since Watson's blog has been well received, Sherlock's work has become even busier. For this reason, he often stays out at night, and Watson can't stop this excited consulting detective. Tell him, before you have time to speak You will see his back. The detective has fallen into some kind of madness. For this reason, the crime rate on the streets of London has plummeted, and Lestrade accepted the compliment from the top with a sad mood.

After No.20 worked eight overtimes, the Scottish Inspector found time to make a phone call home.

"Sorry, I have to work overtime today." Lestrade said in a low voice, he used the excuse of going to the bathroom to sneak out of the meeting for a while.

"Well, there's no way." Lestrade sighed, "You go to bed early, I may not be back until late, don't wait for me, you go to bed early, by the way, don't eat sweets all the time, I said it all It’s not good to eat too much of that stuff. Well, I’m hanging up, yes.” After hanging up the phone, the painful detective scratched his hair, sighed and went on to the meeting.

On the other side of the phone, Mr. Holmes, who was told not to eat too many sweets, began to frown. It was really bad that his wayward brother made his partner unable to go home.

He took a pudding from the refrigerator, and the man put it back again, sighed and felt a little bit sad, life without sweets and without Lestrade is really bad.

Because of Sherlock's crazy state, he didn't even have time to go home, and it was only natural that the good things he had agreed to be forgotten. patiently, while their son Teddy exploded when he got up again and couldn't see his father.This time, there will be me without him, and he without me. With such determination, Little Teddy got angry and messed around at home.

When Mycroft walked steadily towards the apartment at 221B Baker Street in a small black car and leaning on a small black umbrella, he found that the entrance of the apartment, which was not very lively in the past, was crowded with people. It was the nature of the Sherlock Holmes man to be curious. The men who represented the British Empire were not spared either.

Relying on his agility, Mycroft, who had recently gained three pounds, even squeezed in. His eyes, which were always smirking, widened slightly, and then bent into an unscrupulous mockery. He is cute. My younger brother will definitely blow his hair if he sees it.

At the gate of Baker Street, the boy sitting on the pink ponytail pouts his mouth, his face is unhappy, and his chubby white and tender hands are holding a sign.

"Sell daddy, stinky daddy for a pound."

Since his father always doesn't keep his promises and abandons his husband and son at will, then he doesn't want him anymore, and sells his stinky father to save travel expenses.

"My dear nephew, why did your father provoke you again?" Mycroft walked over and picked up the boy in the bear's suit. The bodyguards behind him dispersed the crowd. A man who had already pulled out his wallet could only Shrugged his shoulders, because the little boy seemed to be staring at him in displeasure.

"He didn't go home and promised Teddy to go on vacation." Little Teddy buried his head in Mycroft's arms and complained. He suffered a lot of grievances, and it was all the fault of the bad dad. cheat.

"Don't worry, I'll let him accompany you on vacation." Mycroft patted the boy's little butt. The clothes were prepared by Watson, and there was a short tail with fluff on the back. Put the hat on the little teddy and it really looks like a teddy bear.

"Mycroft, why are you here?" Watson came back with shopping bags from the supermarket. When he was at the corner of the street, he found a group of people surrounding his door. After the crowd left, he saw Sherlock's brother hugging his house. The son stood there talking, and what made him most nervous was that his precious son seemed to have been wronged.In the morning, while the little guy was sleeping, Watson came out to buy some things. What happened in such a short time.

"What's wrong with Teddy?" Watson put the shopping bag on the ground, and took the boy from Mycroft's hands. The little guy hummed aggrievedly, he was uncomfortable, if he would roll around on the bed and act like a baby .

"I will find a way to let Sherlock rest obediently." Mycroft showed a smile. The recent recuperation days made him flustered. Seeing Sherlock so happy, the elderly Holmes felt a little unhappy Woolen cloth.The so-called brother means that the other party cannot be comfortable when I am uncomfortable.Most importantly, his mischievous younger brother has taken the sweets and Lestrade out of his life.

Watson looked worried at the smirk of the other party. After all, Sherlock was such a willful person. Mycroft dragged him out of the case not to take food from the tiger's mouth. When Sherlock was investigating the case, he only wanted to Will be more ferocious than a tiger.

"Don't worry, John." As if seeing through, Mycroft tapped his little black umbrella and raised his chin slightly, "He needs to rest, I think Northeast China would be a good choice, beautiful Snowflakes will make him less irritable." After leaving these words, the man raised the little black umbrella in his hand and left, looking very confident.

That night, before dinner, the man who was away from home all day finally came back, and nestled on the sofa and said that he would go on vacation tomorrow.

"Great!" Little Teddy trotted over, lay on his father's belly and kissed his cheek, and said with his eyes bent, "Then I won't sell you."

Sherlock rolled his eyes and lay flat, raised his hand and patted the little guy's buttocks, the latter giggled, and all his dissatisfaction was forgotten.

"Sherlock, how did Mycroft convince you?" Watson was curious.

"Nothing," said Sherlock muffled, not to tell John what the bastard did.

Watson shrugged his shoulders and stopped forcing the other party to speak out, because he could ask Mycroft directly, and the elder brother didn't mind telling him about his younger brother's embarrassment at all.

"What do you think about going to China?"

Sherlock answered Watson's words while stroking Little Teddy's curly hair. "If you like."

Watson smiled, walked up to the detective, bent down and kissed Sherlock's lips, and said with a smile, "I hope you like it too."

Little Teddy covered his eyes and giggled, and his dad blinked and looked embarrassed, which was funny.

The three of them flew to Northeast China early the next morning, and arrived at their destination after [-]:[-] pm. After leaving the airport, although they could not speak the language, thanks to the detective's high IQ, they found the place and were caught by the ice and snow. The Covered Village, where Mycroft says the best vacation fun can be enjoyed.But this black light is blind, is the fat man really sure?

Seeing Sherlock's expressionless face, Watson knew that the other party might be brewing a temper, he held the detective's hand and said with a smile: "Since we are here, there will definitely be fun, let's find a place to live first. "

"Okay." Sherlock responded, just like every trip, before the trip, their son was like a puppy full of energy, jumping and jumping, there was no quiet moment, and fell asleep after a few hums during the trip In the past, and then greeted his holiday in the arms of two fathers lying in bed safely.

When checking in for the accommodation, Watson was sure that the little girl at the counter decided to stare at the three of them with bright eyes. Although she had been with Sherlock for a while, she was stared at like an animal, shy. The military doctor decided to get the key and leave quickly.

"Sherlock, don't you feel embarrassed?" Watson asked while packing his luggage and looking at the cohabitant lying on the sofa playing with his mobile phone. Now he is a real cohabitant.

"No." Sherlock replied without looking up. "We were meant to be together."

Hearing the man's confident words, Watson laughed, looked at him and asked, "Why are you so sure that I will promise you?"

Sherlock's fingers paused for a moment, his thin lips pursed, and slowly drew an arc.

"Because you are my John."

Watson paused when he folded his clothes, his blue eyes stared at the other party, his thick eyelashes blinked, and finally he smiled.He put down his clothes and walked towards his Mr. Detective, half kneeling on the edge of the sofa, holding the other's cheeks and kissing.

"I love you, Sherlock."

The blackberry slipped to the inside of the sofa, and Sherlock raised his hand to gently stroke the military doctor's hair, accepting the kiss meekly.His military doctor is always kind and gentle, pampering his wayward self. In this world, apart from his family, John Watson is the only person who cherishes him.

Sherlock is not a strong person, and he seems to have nothing to do with kissing. Even after they are together, it is often the initiative of the military doctor. Anderson once said that detectives are simply frigid, but Watson doesn't think so.He is willing to get close to Sherlock, willing to kiss him and touch him, and he just needs to respond to himself, and more importantly, he knows Sherlock better than anyone else.Sex is not his favorite, and it is even deleted as boring in his high-intelligence mind, but he is willing to put that boring item in his expensive brain solemnly for himself. Thinking about it this way, it seems John Watson is really a wonderful man!

The TV was on, and Watson, who was sitting on the sofa, fell asleep with a smile on his lips, while the detective who was pillowed on his lap opened his eyes, blinked his long eyelashes, and watched him quietly The military doctor, a small arc emerged.

"I love you too, John." Sherlock murmured, and dropped a kiss on the corner of the soft mouth, brought a duvet over, wrapped the two of them in it, and slowly fell asleep next to each other.