My son can't be this cute

The holiday starts soon, and there is a special event in their school, they have to gather at the school, little Teddy is not too resistant to going back to school, because their activity room is open and the school will organize a group camp, then It must be interesting.

"Daddy, don't miss me too much these days, I will be back soon." Little Teddy said with a smile while stirring the mashed potatoes in the bowl.

"Of course I will miss you. Be careful." Watson rubbed his son's hair. Although he was a little worried, he was a boy after all, and this was a class activity, so he could only put his heart on it. It's in the stomach.

"Well, I will pay attention." The boy responded obediently, but obviously, the restless nature of the Holmes family did not allow him to fulfill his promise well.

"Dad, you have to eat well. Teddy can't see you losing weight again when he comes back." The boy wrinkled his nose and said seriously. For some reason, he found that since the holiday began, his fathers were a little weird. The strange thing is that it is specifically reflected in his daddy, he seems to seldom look at his father directly, and sometimes blushes for no reason, and stutters when speaking.

Did something happen between them?It didn't feel good to be left out, and little Teddy was a little annoyed, and felt it necessary to restore the sweetness to the home before he left.

"Dad, didn't you do something to make Daddy angry?"

Sherlock rolled his eyes, "I didn't."

"Teddy, we're fine. Don't worry." Watson hurriedly comforted the other party, but the former just wrinkled his nose and pointed out, "There must be, Daddy, you stopped looking at Dad, just brought him milk You didn't say a word when you were here, you used to say things like 'Sherlock, you need some milk'." Little Teddy imitated Watson's tone and said, while the latter touched his nose in embarrassment and muttered to us fine.

"Did you have a relationship problem?" Little Teddy asked worriedly, this made Watson's hands tremble, and he almost spilled milk on the table.

"Daddy, although Dad is a bit willful, I don't think he did it on purpose, so can you make up?"

"Oh no, honey, we have no problems, I swear we don't have any..." Watson swallowed the word "feeling", and he smiled, "We are fine, there is nothing to worry about."

"Is it true?" Little Teddy was still a little skeptical, but Sherlock said lightly, "Yes, we're fine, so you can go camping happily."

"Oh, that's alright." Little Teddy finally felt relieved after hearing what his father said. He grinned, thinking that his family is still very good, but Watson glanced at the cohabitant out of the corner of his eye, and then The reporter drank milk with a calm face.

Sending little Teddy to school, although he was full of thoughts along the way, Watson still spoke to his son, or listened to him. The excitement of camping made little Teddy almost float. In such group activities, he didn't even go to school with everyone in the past. They were all tutors hired by Mike. His world is too small, so now he is willing to get in touch with others more.

"Daddy, I will sleep with Angie and Mike, there will be many people." Little Teddy said with bright eyes, his little hands kept gesturing what he might see, with such an innocent look This made Watson a little bit happier, and he lamented in his heart that his son was indeed a cutie, and that he was really lucky to be the father of the other party.

"Baby, even if you sleep together, you can't get under their quilt, cover your own, and don't kick your legs." Watson was still a little worried. Since the last mouth-biting incident, the military doctor felt that he was responsible. Let his son understand that he can't be gnawed by others of his age casually, and he can't gnaw other people's mouths, let alone get under the quilt of that boy.

"Well, I will sleep obediently and not kick the quilt." As for the matter of getting under the quilt, Little Teddy felt that he couldn't guarantee it so he didn't say anything. That's why Sherlock often said dissatisfiedly that Teddy Holmes was a little devil at all. It is best for him to know what to say and how to say it. Of course, he also ridiculed the gnawing incident after returning home, and pinched his face to make him promise not to be gnawed by others casually.

Watson arrived at the school and said a few words to Mary before leaving. As soon as Little Teddy left, the happy mood also disappeared. The doctor went to work with his mind full of entanglements, because Sherlock That look, that sentence kept replaying in his mind, and Watson, who was firmly convinced that he was a straight man, suddenly realized that maybe, maybe, he was not so straight, but just as he returned home nervously behind Sherlock, and After three days of anxiety, he found that he was the only one who was tangled up in the f*cking trouble, and the instigator was still doing what he should do, without the consciousness that he confessed first. If it was a confession, Watson thought feebly .

At noon, on Baker Street, Mrs. Hudson was returning with shopping bags and brought delicious cookies to the couple. As soon as the door was closed, there was a knock on the door knocker. When the door was opened, a The big fat man opened his mouth out of breath and said, "I..." Before he could finish speaking, he fell down.

The incomparably tough landlady whose heart had been tempered by Sherlock yelled upstairs, and after a while, the detective in pajamas came down, habitually eyeing the man lying on the ground, instead of going up immediately See if the person is still alive.

"Oh, Sherlock, you've got to see if he's alive first," Mrs. Hudson told Sherlock, frowning, as if she were teaching her disobedient son.

Sherlock rolled his eyes. "He's not dead, I know."

It didn't take long for the man to wake up. The landlady shrugged her shoulders. She didn't care what method Sherlock used to wake up the man. As long as she didn't block her door, it would be fine if the man was still alive. , the optimistic landlady went to prepare refreshments.

Ten minutes later, Sherlock sat on the couch listening to the man, and at the beginning asked the emotional guest not to use those stupid and redundant descriptions.

"Don't exaggerate, don't lie, I don't want to listen to your feelings." Sherlock said lightly, but his eyes were so strong that the tall fat man couldn't help shrinking his neck, and he began to stammer, this kind of The way the story was told made Sherlock frown, but he didn't interrupt aloud. After all, it's not a capital offense to just stutter, compared to the kind of person who spoils the narrative of the case with personal nonsense.

"I killed someone." The fat man aroused Sherlock's interest as soon as he opened his mouth. He looked at him critically, and the information captured by his eyes quickly appeared in his mind. In the end, there was only one conclusion, nonsense, okay, These words did not conform to the etiquette taught by his mother, but the detective who was upset and bored recently could only express his feelings with this word.

"Okay, I see, I'll let someone take a look."

"Mr. Holmes, don't you go there yourself?" the man asked somewhat cautiously.

"No, I have to stay here, my doctor will be there." Sherlock replied as he took his cell phone out of his jacket pocket. He was about to text Greg, and his doctor came back just as he finished speaking. Yes, they were stunned for a while when they pushed away, but soon realized that they came to Sherlock for the case.

Sherlock pressed the last send button, looked up at Watson and said, "John, I need your help."

Watson was a little surprised, but this feeling of being needed made him happy, so after struggling for several days, he finally showed a sincere smile.

"Ok."

Sherlock stared at the little doctor for a long time, before curling up the corners of his lips, "I need you to go to the place where the case happened, and I'm sitting at home watching from my notebook."

"Is that okay?" The man interjected curiously, and Sherlock glanced at him with a smirk, "Of course not if it's you, but my doctor is absolutely fine."

Watson blushed a little. He coughed, but did not refute. Mrs. Hudson came in from the door and looked at Watson teasingly, "What a sweet couple."

"I'm going to pack my things." The doctor who couldn't refute could only run away, and the man with a cautious face asked weakly, "Mr. Holmes, are you a couple?"

"Of course, we are a couple." Sherlock replied calmly. This was the first time he admitted that in the past, when facing the landlady's teasing, he always looked indifferent but absolutely disapproving, but today he actually admitted This made Mrs. Hudson so happy that she held his cheek and kissed him, "My dear Sherlock, congratulations."

"Mrs. Hudson, you have already fulfilled your wish, so stop imagining our further relationship with your friends. I want to tell you seriously, no, well, at least not for the time being."

Mrs. Hudson smiled, her blue eyes sparkling, "Of course not, can I be the one to know immediately? If you have a further relationship?"

"Oh, if you insist, but I don't think John would, so my answer is no."

"You are such a bad boy." Mrs. Hudson said pretending to be angry, but she was so happy in her heart that she had even planned in her mind how to let these two people live in the same room. She doesn't mind renovating this apartment at all, and can even give a lot of references. In a short time, apartment 221B Baker Street will become a sweet little home.

The author has something to say: Thank you Liu Guang and Miss Calm for your tip!

Recently, Jinjin smoked locally, and some girls couldn't see it. This is the content of 67.

"I'm afraid that if I don't come back, you'll just run away foolishly behind him." Jim said teasingly, Angelo blushed, raised her hand and pushed his cheek, with a look of disgust on her face .

"Don't talk nonsense here, I hate that guy."

"Really." Jim dragged his voice, Angelo turned his face away, blinked his long eyelashes, but just pursed his lips and stopped talking.

"Okay, my little angel, go and sit down."

"You pulled me here!" Angelo growled, and he knew that this guy was always in a hurry, and he must have come back this time because there was no one to play with over there.

"Don't look at me like that, my son." Jim reached out and pinched the other's cheek, and the latter resisted the urge to slap his paw away, staring at him with a pair of beautiful amber eyes, "Are you overplaying again? ?”

"My little angel really understands me." Jim sighed exaggeratedly.

Angelo rolled his eyes. Facing his father, he always couldn't keep calm. He always had a way to make himself angry.

"Okay, let's go home, my little Angie." Jim smiled and rubbed the boy's head, but the boy looked at him blankly, before blurting out, "Are you plotting against me again?"

Jim Moriarty looked at his son quietly, and finally leaned over, bit his tender face, and said through gritted teeth, "You are definitely not my own."

"I was born by my mother." Angelo shouted angrily, covering her cheeks.

"Without me, your mother couldn't have given birth to you. Well, son, don't you think it's not good to mention your mother who died young?"

"You said it first, you bastard!"

"Okay, okay, my fault, let's go home now." Jim said casually while starting the car, while Angelo on the side had already climbed to the co-pilot to fasten his seat belt, pursed his lips and turned his head to look out the window, There was moisture in the amber eyes.

"Okay, don't cry, you are a big boy." Jim said lightly, and his son refuted his words as soon as he landed.

"I'm only seven years old." Angelo ostentatiously took out a neatly stacked handkerchief from his pocket, and wiped away his tears. Well, there was no snot, that was disgusting.

Ah, as if withdrawing, Jim Moriarty bent the corners of his lips, and the soft boy like a teddy bear flashed in his mind.

"Go home, Angie." Jim curled his lips into a smile, and the black-haired boy nodded with his chin raised high, temporarily forgiving the liar.

On the other hand, little Teddy, who came home with his father and daddy, was still tearful. His lips were broken, and An Qi's teeth were too strong, and they still hurt.

"Come on, honey, put your mouth up, yes, that's it." Watson put one leg on the sofa and occupied the other leg, and took a cotton swab to apply medicine to Little Teddy's mouth. The boy gnawed too much. Seriously, Watson's father put medicine on his son's lips very distressedly, and Sherlock was responsible for acting as a soft cushion.

"Hole..." Little Teddy said inarticulately.

"Good boy, I'll be fine soon." Watson comforted me gently.

After taking the medicine, little Teddy rolled out of Sherlock's arms suddenly, pointed to his father with teary eyes and said, "Daddy hurt me!" It turned out that it wasn't the pain in the mouth, but that Sherlock was pushing too hard.

"Come on, let Daddy take a look." Watson comforted the child while taking a look at his clothes. It was indeed a little red.

"Bad guy." Little Teddy said sobbingly, he felt that his father must be taking revenge.

Sherlock, who had been silent all this time, finally couldn't help but retort, even though his son is an injured patient now, he is too aggressive, "Teddy Holmes, don't give me the opportunity to act like a spoiled child."

Little Teddy pouted his lips in dissatisfaction, and muttered in Watson's arms that his heart was also hurt, and he urgently needed the comfort of the little cake.

"Okay, Sherlock, don't worry about your son." Watson lightly rejected Sherlock's protest, and carried his son to the dining table, and prepared a small cake for him. The little guy was shocked, Mycroft, Lestrade, and Mrs. Jasmine Hudson bought a bunch of candy, snacks and toys, and they couldn't be wiped out by Christmas.

On the road, Lestrade, who had just sent Molly Amber back, chatted curiously with his boyfriend, "I said Mike." I don't know when the Scottish inspector decided to call his boyfriend so affectionately. Unless the other party made him angry, then he would call out his full name, that twisted name, with a cold face.

"What?" Mycroft asked with a smile. In fact, he already knew what the other party would ask, but as the other party's boyfriend, it seems that it is not good if he has been performing too well. You must give the other party a little face. So appropriate expression of stupidity is also the way to get along between partners.

"During the performance, you and Sherlock were staring at the clothes of the boy who played the prince. Is there anything I should pay attention to?" With the sensitive sense of smell of dogs.

"Well, I think we'd better go back and talk, dear Greg."

Lestrade blushed a little, raised his hand and scratched his cheek, and muttered, "Okay."

At nine o'clock in the evening, Watson came down from upstairs, and Sherlock was using his computer with a double password again. He rolled his eyes, and didn't bother to continue talking to him about it. As long as he didn't want to, Sherlock would , then what others say is all nonsense, and there is no need to turn it over in your head.

"What are you looking at?" Watson poured himself a glass of milk and two candies from the cohabitant's milk. When he handed it to the other party, the man knew where to reach out without even raising his eyes. With a mischievous mind, he deviated his right hand a little, and the hand with a well-defined joint also deviated accordingly, and found the position of the milk accurately.

"How did you do it? It's amazing!" Watson exclaimed, and handed the milk to the other party. The latter took the milk and turned to look at him, not feeling the need to be humble at all. It's impossible to understand."

"Yes, yes, and I belong to ordinary people." Watson said funny, sitting on his sofa with milk, his legs stretched out relaxed, touching Sherlock's feet.

Sherlock looked at the foot, which was white but callused. John once said that his old legs had been running for a long time, and he didn't even want to run anymore, but he still accompanied him in the alleys of London Walking through, he blinked his eyes and put the other's tired legs on his own. This action made Watson, who had his eyes slightly closed, move subconsciously, wanting to retract his legs.

"Don't move." Sherlock called in a low voice, his voice was as elegant as a cello.

Watson felt a little embarrassed. Although he was wearing socks and Sherlock was wearing his suit pants, he just felt a little awkward. Well, generally speaking, no matter how nice two big men are, they would not put their legs on each other. body it.

"I don't think I need to put..."

"Shut up, John." Sherlock interrupted the other party's words directly and unceremoniously, while staring intently at the computer screen, with a pair of slender hands moving quickly on the keyboard.

"Okay." Watson closed his mouth, because he knew that when Sherlock started to concentrate when he was working or playing, you had to accommodate him.The empty milk cup was placed on the coffee table, the liquid slowly slipped down, the glass became mottled, and his vision became more and more blurred, the warmth from the soles of his feet felt really good, he was like this before falling into a dream Thought.

The speed of Sherlock's typing gradually slowed down when Watson began to doze off, and finally it was quiet. Only the occasional beeping sound of the flame in the fireplace was in the air. For the two of them at this moment, it was just Like a lullaby.

Sherlock blinked, and he stretched out his hand to touch John's foot on his thigh. It was smaller than his own. To be honest, the calf was not long, but it was strong, and the muscle line was also very beautiful. Most importantly, They were John Watson's calves, and a smile came to the detective's lips at the thought, his.

When Watson woke up, he saw the man on the opposite side with his eyes closed quietly, breathing very shallowly, but he seemed to be asleep. He tried to move his legs, but it was useless. Sherlock hugged him like he was hugging a pillow. Grasping his legs firmly, Watson groaned. He desperately needed to go to the toilet now, but Sherlock couldn't bear to sleep so soundly.

Maybe Watson made too many small movements, maybe Watson's brain waves were too strong, maybe it was just because Sherlock drank too much milk. In short, after the military doctor struggled for 5 minutes, Sherlock woke up. Those big light-colored eyes blinked in a daze, then pursed their lips and blinked again, then threw Watson's legs on the sofa, got up and left by himself.

When you struggle with a person's sleep for a long time, and finally endure your physical pain, it shows that you care about him, but when the person you care about wakes up and throws your legs on the sofa without hesitation Even if he was a mild military doctor, he would explode after he left contentedly, but the military doctor also needed to go to the toilet before the outbreak.

Watson jumped up from the sofa with bare feet, went to Sherlock's door and turned the lock, only to find that it was locked. Yes, Sherlock Holmes, who never locked the door, locked the door with a flick of his hand. !And just after returning home, Watson found that the toilet in their bathroom was broken!

"Sherlock, you bastard, open the fucking door for me!"

According to Mrs. Hudson, that night, the collapsed military doctor kept scratching the door outside, and the reason why she didn't go to see it was that it was better for outsiders not to get involved in the couple's housework.