My son can't be this cute

Mycroft didn't mind, just smiled, he patted his younger brother's shoulder, looked forward, his shoulders were parallel with his and said flatly: "No matter what, I will always be your elder brother."

The sound of the leather shoes hitting the floor was steady and powerful, just like him, he was trustworthy, even if they bickered and got angry, after all, they were brothers, they were brothers for the rest of their lives, and they couldn't be separated.

Sherlock lowered his eyes, looked at the lit cigarette ash on the ground and muttered for a while, "You can't litter either." He complained like this, but there was a smile on the corner of his mouth.

In the restaurant, Lestrade saw his boyfriend approaching, with a straight back, a smile on his lips, and his mood was as bright as the sun. No matter what happened, he liked Mycroft who had everything under control. Look, strong and charming.

"Where's Sherlock?" He asked, and the little Teddy on the side also raised his eyes and looked around, but he didn't see his father.

Mycroft walked to the front, took out a plain handkerchief to wipe the milkshake on the corner of Teddy's mouth, looked up at the man with silver-gray hair, and showed a smile.

"Going to do what he was supposed to do."

Lestrade was stunned for a moment, then quickly understood and grinned, "I thought you two would argue, but you didn't let him care about it back then, that Miss Adler didn't die so easily Drop it." Hearing Lestrade's words, Mycroft froze for a moment, raised his eyebrows and looked at him.

Lestrade looked at his boyfriend with some amusement, "Although I'm not as smart as Sherlock, I'm not stupid after all. Give me a few hours, and I can always understand something." He paused, licked his lips, His cheeks were a little flushed, "The most important thing is that it has something to do with you, I have to pay more attention."

Mycroft was pleased to hear these words. He sat on Lestrade's left, held his hand and smiled faintly, "Candlelight dinner tonight?"

"If you don't mind, a candlelight dinner for three of you." Lestrade pointed to the little Teddy who was eating hard. Daddy has already decided to get married, so he doesn't have to worry about it anymore. The most important thing now is to raise himself strong, and he is also an important role in the wedding.

Mycroft was stunned for a moment, he was a little carried away, the corners of his mouth curled up, it was a candlelight dinner for the three of them. "Success." He said, not minding at all, you have to get used to it in the future, don't you?The man who could represent the British Empire but always modestly called himself just a small civil servant, always holding a small black umbrella in a three-piece suit laughed.

In another city, John Watson first came to the helicopter in a small black car, and then took a helicopter to finally reach the destination. A large farm is full of flat grass and sprouting plants. Anthea took him to the door of a house and left. Before leaving, she winked at her and said cheering with a smile, which made Watson a little embarrassed.

He puffed out his chest, and tidied up his clothes again. He was a little annoyed to find that he was only wearing a simple jacket and a dark gray pullover sweater. The jeans looked cheap at first glance, and he had leather shoes that hadn't had time to be oiled. In short, he It's just a normal look, which makes him feel a little uneasy. When meeting his father-in-law and mother-in-law for the first time, he always hopes to leave a good impression on each other.

"If I mess up, Mycroft will take most of the blame, and he should at least give me time to change into a suit," he muttered as he walked toward the door of the house, the ivory whitewashed door on his right. There is a string of golden bells hanging on the mailbox.

Watson walked to the door, and just about to press the doorbell with courage, he saw the door was unlocked, and a thin lady came out with a pair of very beautiful light-colored eyes. She smiled happily when she saw herself.

"John, welcome." Mrs. Holmes exclaimed joyfully. She embraced Watson warmly. Feeling the young man's stiff body, she cheerfully let go of her hand and winked at him. Too nervous, I'm just the mother of that little rascal."

Only then did Watson realize that he blushed and muttered, "Hi, Mrs. Holmes, I'm John, John Watson, and it belongs to your son..."

"Boyfriend." Mrs. Holmes gently interrupted the doctor's words. She stood upright, holding the doctor's big hand with her warm little hand, and her light-colored eyes glowed with tenderness. She sized up the young man in front of her. Not tall, with a kind face, straight shoulders, and occasionally blushing like a child, just like Mike said, he is a very good young man, and most importantly, he loves his son, For her little son, this doctor can pull the trigger without hesitation, what a precious and sincere heart.

Thinking of these, Mrs. Holmes couldn't help but raised her hand to touch the doctor's cheek, "Thank you for tolerating my son." She said gently, that kind of eyes made Watson feel warm, and the tension and discomfort dissipated. He smiled and said sincerely, "I should thank you, Mrs. Holmes, for giving him life and allowing me to meet him."

"John, my dear boy, you are the most suitable for him." Mrs. Holmes hugged Watson again. Those unfamiliar feelings completely dissipated in this hug. Watson couldn't help but hugged him back. His mother passed away. It was too early, his father left before he joined the army, only Harry, this simple feeling of being hugged has really been a long time, he sighed in his heart, choosing Sherlock is definitely the most correct thing he has ever done in his life With his decision, what he brings to himself is definitely more than what he gives to him.

"Why haven't you come in yet, my dear, hasn't our little John come yet?" There was a healthy voice from the room, and after a while, Mr. Holmes with silver hair came out. He was very tall. , standing still, with a neat beard, and a pair of blue eyes with the kind of confidence that Mycroft is used to, or in other words, the latter is very much like his father, in spirit.

"Hello, Mr. Holmes." Watson said generously. The hug just now had given him confidence. His attitude made Mr. Holmes quite appreciate. He held John's hand and smiled cheerfully. After all, he Not Mycroft, the older ones always smiled the most.

After getting along for a period of time, Watson found that Sherlock's parents were not what he had imagined at all. His father was always serious in suits and leather shoes, and his mother was as graceful and luxurious as a queen. They were more simple, just like everyone's parents, with warmth. His hands would be nagging, and looking at his son's boyfriend was as loving as looking at his own child.

After chatting for a while after lunch, Mrs. Holmes took Watson to the second floor. She gently took Watson's arm and said with a smile, "John, you should rest for a while. Don't tell me you are not tired." , I know my oldest son, he won't let you take a breather, so don't say no, dear."

Seeing that he couldn't refuse, Watson could only nod his head. From the moment he entered the door, he and Sherlock's parents got along very well. His mother was gentle and smart, while his father was very talkative, or should I say knowledgeable. Although the arrogance of his youth can still be seen from his conversation, the old man has become calm and gentle over the years, his obsession with sugar, and the way Mrs. Holmes knocked on the back of his hand made Watson almost laugh After coming out, at this moment he understood even more that his boyfriend was not weird at all, he just had a family that spoiled him too much, and they didn't teach him how to face accusations and disapproval.

"Here it is, dear." Mrs. Holmes took Watson to Sherlock's original room. The room was very large, except for a big bed, half of the walls were covered with books, and there were many weird things on the log table. There are advanced experimental equipment, and even a small sink built to facilitate experiments.

"Have a good rest, I will call you at dinner." Mrs. Holmes said gently, and Watson bent slightly to make it easier for the other party to kiss his cheek.

"Thank you, ma'am."

"Call me Mommy, John, I hope to be called you." Mrs. Holmes said with a smile. She liked John because he loved his son.

Watson looked at the kind and gentle lady in front of him, he kissed her back on the cheek, and sincerely called out the name that had not been seen for many years, until Mrs. Holmes had gone out, the doctor could still feel the temperature on the cheek and fingers, which was summer. Locke's parents will also be his in the future. Thinking of this, Watson feels his heart is filled with happiness.

He was lying on that big silk bed, which was a large piece of blue, like a gentle sea. In those years, the young Sherlock was lying on this big bed and thinking about his world. Watson sat on the edge of the bed and stroked his smooth skin. Sheets come to mind.

He took off his shoes and coat, wrapped himself in the sea that smelled of Sherlock, and soon fell asleep.

When he woke up, the sky outside the window had already dimmed, but it wasn't the sky that woke him up, but the sound of even breathing in his ear, the warm, unique breath, he woke up in the mist, blinked Eyes, without looking back to show a smile first.

"Are you awake?" With a low voice, accompanied by a little hoarseness, as if gently scratching his heart, Watson turned over, his long eyelashes moved, the tip of his nose was pressed against the other party, and the corners of his mouth were raised.

"Why did you come here?"

"I said, I'll be right over." Sherlock muttered, like a lazy cat, his light-colored eyes were also a little faint, not as sharp as usual, more like warmed jade.