My son can't be this cute

When little Teddy was ten years old, their family added another little member, Hamish with brown-blond hair, powdery face and big sky blue eyes, very similar to Watson when he was a child. Don't like crying quiet children.

Since Hamish was born, he seems to be a little king sitting on a candy pile, his arms are full of love from adults, and even Teddy and Gretha can't wait to give him all the good things, But that's it, this little cute child has not been pampered into a willful child, he is kind and willing to share, always has a soft smile, can play quietly by himself, and will obediently let adults hug or Kiss, in short, he is a child who is born to be pampered, and he also has a cute little habit, once he is nervous or excited, he will unconsciously say the word "meow", when he speaks for the first time , It's not Dad or Daddy, but Meow.

"Sherlock, I think we should check your family tree. I suspect that there may be an attribute of meow." Watson said with a smile while teasing his youngest son.

Sherlock was browsing the web, and didn't care about his lover's teasing, while the little Hamish tilted his head in a daze, and meowed.

"Oh, God, how can you be so cute?" Watson kissed the tip of the nose of the younger son, who rolled his eyes and smiled sweetly.This little habit was not broken until he was two years old, but Watson himself was not used to it.

Little Teddy loves his little brother very much, and takes him everywhere until he is going to middle school. They don't let him take his little brother to school with him. Little Teddy is very dissatisfied about this, but there is no way , he kissed Hamish’s nose and told him that he would definitely come back every Friday, but Hamish was still a little confused, only knowing that his brother might not be with him for a few days, he said obediently: “I I'll wait for you when you come back, brother."

"Eat well, don't push the quilt when you sleep, and don't follow them when others give you candy..." Little Teddy babbled, completely unaware that these things are often done by himself, Hamish nodded obediently They agreed one by one, and in the end, Sherlock couldn't bear the chattering words of his eldest son, and dragged him away by his collar, while little Teddy waved his little hand tearfully and continued to shout.

"Wait for my brother to come back and play with you!"

Since his brother left, Hamish was not used to it, and no one shared the cake with him anymore. Although Daddy said that he would always be with him, Hamish still felt unhappy because he knew Daddy The land belongs to Dad, so what about his?

It didn't take long for Teddy, who belonged to Hamish, to arrive. It was his cousin, Gretha's younger brother, Cyril, who was nine years older than Hamish and was adopted by his grandmother. The eldest son of the family, Cyril spends most of the time with his grandparents, but he and his uncle also get along very well. Gretha often talks about his cousin with Hamish, and this summer, Hamish I followed my uncle and the others to live with my grandmother for a week, and their school dismissed earlier.

Hamish met Cyril in the evening, he was tall, standing in the reeds, followed by a flock of white swans, he had beautiful crimson hair, honey-colored muscles, white and regular teeth, a pair of The small hands are slender and the nails are beautiful pink.

He bent down and kissed his forehead, he said hello, Hamish, his voice is really nice, it is different from his brother's soft voice, a little hoarse, but very soft.The blond boy raised his face and said, "Hello, Cyril."

Cyril likes Hamish very much. He is different from Gretha. Gretha is a girl. Dad said that she is more like Daddy when she was young. She is lively and occasionally a little savage, but she is also a gentle child. Whether it's him or Gretha, or Teddy, Hamish is very gentle with him because he deserves it.

Hamish showed himself the dew collected in the morning in a small glass jar, put the pink petals in his palm, put the first bite of cake into his mouth, his crooked eyes and always Some shy smiles are as beautiful as flowers blooming in the farm.

"Cyril, for you." Hamish gave all the good things he thought to Cyril, his fat fingers and soft smile were as cute as a little angel, and Cyril kissed him Forehead, he really, really likes Hamish.

When Lestrade came out, he saw Mycroft staring at the two children not far away. They were sitting on the grass and playing. There were a few fat little rabbits beside them, which were sent by Cyril. A new pet for Hamish.

"What are you thinking about?" Lestrade touched his partner's arm, and the latter looked at him with a smile, "Cyril likes Hamish very much."

"Obviously." Lestrade also laughed.

"It seems that I have to give up the idea of ​​finding a partner for Cyril from now on."

"You're not serious, are you? He's only 13 years old, and he's still a child." Lestrade opened his eyes slightly in surprise, and Mycroft raised the corners of his lips, "13 is not young, I'm five Mommy had secretly taken a fancy to our neighbor's daughter when she was [-] years old, but luckily they moved away later."

"is it beautiful?"

"Who?" Mycroft froze for a moment, looked at his partner's teasing expression and said helplessly, "It's pretty."

Lestrade nodded in satisfaction. Mycroft is a person with a long-term memory. If he told himself that he had forgotten, or that the girl Holmes liked was not pretty, he would be lying. He held her hand. Said lazily: "I only like Cyril happy, it doesn't matter who he is with, as long as he has good conduct and loves Cyril."

"He will inherit everything from me in the future." Mycroft said softly. He looked at his partner and said seriously: "So I have to be more careful with him. That kid has this talent and loves my career .”

"As long as you don't get too hard on him." Lestrade shrugged.

"He's my son."

"Others think that you love Gresa more than Cyril, but you obviously prefer Cyril." Lestrade pointed out with a smile.

"Gresa can't do my job. Let her be a police officer. Cyril is a gifted child, patient, gentle, clear-cut goals, and has great self-control." Mycroft Talking about his son in a complimenting tone, it was obvious that he placed his greatest hopes in this boy.

Lestrade smiled. He took his lover's hand and went in, leaving time and space for the two children, chatting casually while going in.

"I think Sherlock will curse you when you go back."

"John will rest assured that his son will be handed over to our family Cyril."

There was a low laugh, accompanied by a clear and cheerful voice, that was the voice of their daughter, Gretha, a girl who was always full of vitality.

Seventeen years later, Hamish, who was doing research in the laboratory, heard a knock on the door. He looked up and saw Cyril, who was wearing an elegant suit, smiling at himself.

"Go home." He said softly, with a pleasant voice.

"Okay." Hamish smiled, washed his hands and took off his white coat, which was a light gray sweater. He walked up to the man and kissed the corner of his mouth, and said happily, "Go home, Desiree." you."