My son can't be this cute

As if in agreement, Watson's cell phone rang and a text message came in.

"Daddy, let me down." Little Teddy said softly.

Watson pursed his lips. He only had two hands, one hand was used to lean on a cane, and the other hand was holding Teddy. If he continued to hold Teddy, he would not be able to hold the phone in his pants pocket.

"Okay, grab me, don't leave half a step."

"Well, I will." Little Teddy replied softly. He was placed on the ground safely, holding the hem of the other party's clothes with his small hands, leaning tightly, and rushing to the "kidnapping" while Watson was reading the text message. Criminal" blinked his eyes, showing a mouthful of small white teeth.

Mycroft raised an eyebrow, and a smile curved his lips.

Watson quickly looked at the text message on his phone. It was an unfamiliar phone number, but the abbreviation behind it made the military doctor recognize the person at a glance. It was Sherlock Holmes, that bastard cohabitant.

"Come back if it's convenient."

Watson stuffed the phone directly into his pocket, put one hand on Teddy's shoulders, let him lean closer to him, and raised his head to look at the man in front of him. At this time, Dr. Watson's normal logical thinking returned.

"who are you?"

"It's just a stakeholder."

"friend?"

"enemy."

Watson hesitated for a moment. This is a bit abnormal. Will the enemy be so arrogant these days?

As if seeing Watson's doubts, the man smirked, "He always thinks I'm his worst enemy, although I really only care about him."

The text message came again, Watson glanced at Mycroft, and then took out his phone.

"Please come back if you are inconvenient."

"It seems he is worried about you."

Watson put away his phone and looked at the man, "How do you know?"

Mycroft raised his eyebrows. "As I said, I am his only friend or enemy. My identity depends on how he defines me. He is sometimes a little dramatic."

"Yes, I agree with that." Watson nodded and believed the man's statement, and added in his heart that Sherlock Holmes is simply a drama queen, especially when doing assholes to them.

"So we reached an agreement?"

"Wait, what's your opinion?" Watson frowned and looked at the other party, who took out a check from his pocket and said with a smile: "Give me some information about your lovely cohabitant, and I will give you some information." You need some help, you desperately need it."

He wasn't cute at all, Watson bit his lip, and looked at Mycroft with the look that you are an idiot. The other party was not annoyed, and still held the check in front of him.

"I thought I was being obvious."

"Well, maybe, it's just that few people can refuse it."

"Oh, then you're a little unlucky, I was one of those people." Watson said calmly, and at the same time the annoying text message rang again.

"Dangerous" was very short this time, only three words, but the man still didn't forget to include his initials, a stubborn guy, Watson looked up at him again.

"We've got to go." He was about to hug Teddy, but Mycroft stopped him.

"You're not going to leave him? After someone warns you?"

Watson straightened his body again, his blue eyes stared at him with a hint of irritation, "He and I are just roommates who share the rent, and there is no other relationship. I care about what he is doing and don't want to know What is he trying to do, not accept your offer to try to buy me off and do something to that bastard, is that clear enough?"

Mycroft just smiled when he heard the man's growl in a low voice, "Yes, I understand, you don't want to leave him."

"Damn it, can't you think about it from normal thinking?"

"After you had a son?" Mycroft smirked.

Watson's brain stopped running instantly like a computer, as if the screen was black, and it restarted after ten seconds. He waved his hand weakly, which means you won, and you can think whatever you fucking love .

"Daddy, are we leaving?" Little Teddy, who had been obedient and silent, asked Watson's hem.

"Yes, we're leaving." If he didn't leave again, he was afraid that he would lose control of his urge to beat someone up. Although he might not win, John Watson was the man who invaded Afghanistan!

"Oh, can I have a word with him then?"

"That's dangerous, Teddy." Watson shook his head disapprovingly.

"That's not dangerous, Daddy, he's not a bad person." Although he wasn't a good person either, these words rolled around in Little Teddy's stomach a few times, and finally he stayed there safely without uttering it.

"Teddy, you can't think he is not a bad guy just because he will give you chocolate cake." Watson said worriedly. He was really worried about this sweet shortcoming of boys, although being tempted by sweets is a mistake every six-year-old child has. mistake.

The light-colored eyes widened, and Teddy Holmes wondered in his mind, when did he give his daddy such a sweet misunderstanding?

"Okay, Teddy, let's go." Thinking he had convinced the little guy, Watson knelt down and tried to hug the little Teddy, but he broke free. The latter blinked and said, "At least I'll have to tell him to serve hot milk with the next brownie, not black tea."

Mycroft put away the black umbrella and watched the little curly hair running towards him, while his caretaker stared at him as if he was on the verge of an enemy.

Little Teddy beckoned to the other party to bend down, and Mycroft smiled and squatted down to look at the other party.

"We haven't had a good conversation yet."

"You are always so smart, nothing can hide from you." Little Teddy sighed softly, touched Mycroft's earlobe and continued: "If you want to know something, I will tell you .”

"Next time I will ask you, but not now, your daddy thinks that if I get closer to you, he will have to take violence."

"That's because he loves me." Little Teddy said proudly.

"Nice self-confidence. You are more Sherlock Holmes than your father, who always lacked self-confidence when you were so young."

"Teddy!" Watson yelled, if it wasn't for the strangely harmonious atmosphere between the two, he would have rushed up.

"I have to go, take care of myself, and say sorry for me and Gray, Dad is not very sensible sometimes."

"Grey?"

"Your love, my dear aunt, gentle Gray." Little Teddy blinked and left.