My son can't be this cute

The life of Mycroft Holmes started like this. First, he would wake up his brain for a while in bed, then go to the bathroom to wash up, and then he would wear his silk nightgown and enjoy his breakfast in front of the floor-to-ceiling windows. protein, finally to pick out today's three-piece suit and head off to work, and all this leisurely life was pre-single, and nothing has been the same since he finally got the Scottish Inspector.

Mycroft used various methods and finally half-forced Greg to live with him. Although they are just roommates now, this man with heavy fists firmly believes that as long as he abducts him home and sleeps in the same bed , Covering a quilt is a matter of time, and the two big men just sleep every day, and they are not in the same bed. No one will believe it when they say it, but they are.

It's not that the two of them don't have that much need, but firstly, they don't have much free time*, and secondly, Greg has just signed a divorce, so he doesn't have much thought about sex life, and the mess in Scotland Yard is enough for him to have a headache , so the two of them have lived together for two months and still haven't rolled the sheets. For this reason, Mycroft was severely despised by Sherlock, because he has been moistened recently, and everyone has a smear Poor look.

After getting up, Mycroft simply freshened up and prepared breakfast for two. It felt good to do these things for the person he liked. To capture a man's heart, he must first grasp his stomach. I smiled in my heart, and the bacon in the pan was fragrant.

At eight o'clock in the morning, Mycroft knocked on Greg's door just in time, and went straight in. He knocked, really, but the owner never had a habit of answering the door.Since Mycroft, Lestrade no longer needed two alarm clocks.

The silver-gray hair was a little disheveled, and their owner was still in a deep sleep. His handsome face was smoky red from the heating in the room. Mycroft approached him slowly and gracefully like a Siamese cat. prey.

"Greg." He called out, pinched the other person's nose with his right hand, and waited quietly for a few seconds. The steamy Mr. Inspector was a little annoyed, and muttered when he got up, "Thank you, but please change the method next time wake me up."

Mycroft licked his lips and said, "How about a kiss?"

Lestrade, who was unbuttoning his pajamas, paused for a moment. He looked up at the other party, walked over barefoot and kissed him directly, and said vaguely, "Not bad." After speaking, he went straight into the bathroom, leaving a Mycroft was in a daze.

"That's good." He murmured with a smile.

The two went their separate ways after breakfast. Mycroft had a bus, and Lestrade refused to take the bus because he had a private car. Some state secrets may be accidentally knocked out of his brain. For the honor and harmony of the British Empire, he can only reluctantly give up the proposal of going to work together.

Sitting in the back seat, the beautiful female assistant began to report to Mycroft about today's itinerary, and mentioned a person who caught his attention a little.

"Sir, is there a question?" Anthea asked while continuing to browse the information. After following Mycroft for so many years, Anthea's single-minded kung fu has become perfect.

"No problem, let's do it this way." Mycroft nodded slightly. After all, it's been so many years, and he naturally has to treat acquaintances well when they meet.

At eleven o'clock in the morning, the lady came. She was more dignified and calm than before, but her face was still the most beautiful. When she looked at her, the arc of her smile seemed to be the same as in her memory.

"Good afternoon, Mrs. Sean." Mycroft kissed the back of the other's hand, with a decent smile on his face.

"I thought we were friends, Mike." Julian said softly, the corners of his mouth slightly raised, what a beauty, Mycroft sighed in his heart, but his face was still reserved, his usual The fake smile also became a little more sincere.

"Of course, we are." Mycroft showed a shallow smile. He admired people with good looks. More importantly, she was not stupid and had enough charm. He had great appeal, but now, no, he had Greg, the best one.

Although Mycroft is a control freak who likes to keep everything under control, he can't stop accidents from happening, such as the meeting between a prospective boyfriend and an ex-lover, when Mycroft brought Juliette Sean to the house. At the restaurant that definitely fit her taste, the straight man in uniform squinted his eyes slightly, with a trace of anger in the corners of his eyes and brows, but he quickly restrained himself and became expressionless.

"It's over." The word sprinkled vicious petals on Mycroft's head like a bare-backed cherub, and he still controlled the scene gracefully and gracefully, and someone replaced Reese halfway through. Trade's position, he left, and when he left, he was still handsome in a mess, even though he had a straight face.

Mycroft stayed with his ex-lover until the evening, and settled three major events, until the beautiful lady stared at him with beautiful eyes and gritted her teeth and said that he really didn't care about the old feelings at all.

"Dear Juliet, I work for the government, and it is my nature to seek benefits for her." Mycroft said with the corners of his lips curled up. After the official business is over, it is naturally a private matter. Looking at the still dressed sexy Ma'am, Mycroft only raised his hand slightly, blocking the movement of the other party sticking in front of him.

"Sorry, Juliet, I already belong to someone else," he said sweetly.

Juliet raised her slender eyebrows, her plump lips parted, "That handsome detective?"

"You're still so smart." Mycroft straightened his collar and praised. He picked up his little black umbrella and prepared to leave, but was stopped by the other party again.

"Mike."

He turned his head and didn't speak, just looked at the other person, that look is I'll give you 30 seconds, those thoughts that he had had have long since disappeared in the time, and there is no dregs left.Juliet blinked her eyes. She is not stupid and understands the other person's thoughts, but as a woman, as a woman who has really moved her heart for this man, she has to ask for an answer. Although she was the one who gave up first, she is a proud woman. There is always some wayward capital.

"You love him? To the point where you are willing to marry?"

Mycroft smiled, a smile so sincere and joyful that the lines around his eyes stretched, he raised his chin slightly, and said in a firm tone.

"I belong to him."

Mycroft Holmes never belonged to anyone. The first half of his life was dedicated to the British Empire, to his brother, and the second half to a man named Greg.Looking at the closed door, Juliet just smiled, sitting on the sofa with her legs crossed, elegantly smoking a lady's cigarette, recalling the past in the flickering smoke, those unseemly days and a man named Mike Man, she smiled, her delicate makeup couldn't conceal the tiredness in her eyes.

That man said long ago that it's okay to be emotional, just on the bed, but don't be tempted, it's more terrifying than the end of the world, but now, he's not afraid at all, just because he loves that man, not himself .

Mycroft called Lestrade, but of course no one answered. He didn't see the man when he returned home, and he couldn't help but want to pull out the surveillance video. It might be worse, he sighed Tone decided to wait at home, he was betting that the other party would definitely come back.

The clock was ticking and it was past midnight, Mycroft felt his legs and feet were stiff, even though he was sitting on the soft sofa, he relaxed himself, leaning against the back of the sofa almost deflated, His eyes were open, and his brain seemed to stop thinking for a moment.

Just as he was about to find Lestrade, there was a scratching sound at the door, and Mycroft stood up suddenly from the sofa. The drunken voice was clearly Greg, and he ran over to open the door. Sure enough, it was Greg. Greg, flushed and reeking of booze, God bless he wasn't hanging out in a uniform in a bar.

"Greg, you have to go to bed and rest." Mycroft persuaded almost gently. He squatted down and tried to lift him up, but Greg threw him down, and the force of inertia caused Mycroft to fall over. On the carpet behind him, thank God he just had the carpet replaced this morning, and it was the plush kind.

"Mike..." Lestrade lay on top of Mycroft with hands and feet together, his bright eyes were a little confused, biting his lips as if he was trying to distinguish whether the other party was real or not.

"Greg, you're drunk," Mycroft murmured, but didn't try to get up, and licked his lips because Greg looked so fucking alluring.

"I don't." Lestrade immediately retorted inarticulately. He shook his head and muttered, "I'm awake."

Mycroft sighed softly. He had never seen a drunk Greg, and never knew that there were people in the world who were so cute because they were drunk.

"Say, who is that woman!" Lestrade said fiercely, tugging on Mycroft's shirt collar, his beautiful eyes almost narrowed.

"Ex-lover." Mycroft confessed honestly.

"now what?"

"We need customers to please at work."

"Need to go to bed?" Lestrade's words were not elegant enough. Although he thought himself and everyone thought he was a gentle detective, but in this brutal and even obscene questioning, Mycroft Feeling a little excited, he loves Lestrade's kind and tough character, likes his gentle way when he smiles, and of course, is also obsessed with his face and tone when he is strong.

"That's reserved for you." He licked his lips and said, staring at each other with a calm look.

Lestrade was sobered up by the words, contented, embarrassed, excited, all kinds of feelings, he shook his head again, and stopped before Mycroft said something provocative again. Hold each other's lips.

Fuck the ex-lover, he's everything around this man, Greg Lestrade said mentally.

The two kissed so passionately that they nearly rumpled the expensive rug, and they didn't even have time to close the door, and if Mycroft hadn't tiptoed, it would have been a direct tweet, because with Scotland Yard Baker Street also has the efforts of government employees, and the click-through rate should directly enter the top three in the UK.

Later, when the two finally had their first daughter, the little girl asked this question.

"Father, who was on top when you and Daddy first met?"

Lestrade, who was sipping black tea, spewed out a sip of tea immediately, choking the violent coughing of the trachea, while Mycroft could only calm down for his partner while answering the little girl's question helplessly, " It's your daddy." He said like this, which made the little girl a little surprised, with a kind of daddy, you have once turned over and become the master.

That night, in the bedroom of the two of them, their daughter Gretha was already asleep, and Lestrade's growl came from the bedroom.

"Mycroft, I said I'd be on top!"

"Didn't I let you be on top? I let you be on top when we first met?" Mycroft's voice sounded a little innocent, and Lestrade slapped him on the thigh in anger. one time.

"Bastard! It's not like this!" There was a moan as soon as the words were finished. As for whether Inspector Lestrade will succeed in counterattacking in the future, no one knows, because no one is curious about this question anymore.