My son can't be this cute

Chapter 1

Watson didn't know how to explain the current situation. He was sitting on a soft sofa, still wearing a nightgown, and his face completely showed the expression that I was still dreaming.

Yes, he was still dreaming, and maybe he would wake up and find himself panting under the hail of bullets in Afghanistan.

There was a weight that could not be ignored on his thighs, and his hands were embracing a child, who smacked his lips and slept soundly, and his pretty little face made it hard to wake her up.Watson turned on his mobile phone, which was in silent mode. He swallowed and opened an electronic file.

"Cohabitation Agreement with Sherlock", Watson quickly but carefully browsed all the information to make sure he didn't miss anything.

Article [-]. This cohabitation agreement is a legal agreement signed on the premise that the parties have clear awareness and recognition.

Second, Sherlock can play the violin at three o'clock in the middle of the night, but only with John's consent, and it can't be the kind of wood-based tune.

Third, Sherlock can remain silent or communicate with the skull without restriction, but he must first say hello to John, and he cannot do so when a third person is present.

Fourth, Sherlock has the right not to eat onion rings, but Sherlock must eat some onion rings when John thinks his body needs it.

Up to the number one, the signatures of two people, the special little roll of Sherlock's suffix, Watson was sure that he hadn't missed anything, well, he could swear, even if he really didn't want to and shouldn't.

God the fuck, what the hell is going on with all this, the cohabitation agreement doesn't say what to do if the cohabitant has a child!

Recalling two days ago, Watson, who had just returned from the battlefield in Afghanistan, was facing a very serious problem. His poor allowance was obviously not suitable for living in a hotel and squandering it. By introduction, he met his cohabitant, Mr. Sherlock Holmes, and after spending an hour and 3 minutes, they decided to live together, oh no, just live in an apartment together based on the reason of sharing the rent, two Room, yes, two rooms!He has to emphasize this fact!Even now that gay marriage laws have come into effect, John Watson is still a straight man!

Mrs. Hudson went to another city to see her niece yesterday afternoon, while his cohabitant did not come home all night. After they finished drinking black tea and signed the agreement, he answered the phone like a gust of wind When I went out, I forgot to close the door before leaving.

The doctor with a crippled leg could only move the crude luggage and a laptop back to the house at No. 221B Baker Street, and ate a simple plate of pasta for dinner alone. By the way, when the other party came back, he It is very necessary to add a clause to the cohabitation contract, it is strictly forbidden to put human organs in the refrigerator, at least the pasta should not be put together with the intestines! .

That night, lying on the very clean starched sheets, Watson began to think whether he had agreed to this request too rashly, and lived with a man who was a bit weird?A man who now only knows the other person's appearance, has a beautiful pronunciation and a smart brain, and the other person obviously knows that he likes to wash his arms or thighs first when he takes a shower, is it really okay?

Watson was very skeptical, but the agreement had already been signed and the rent had been paid. The few steel coins in his pocket were really not suitable for carrying the bag and leaving immediately, so the doctor who was lame on one leg was in a daze fell asleep.

On the second day when Watson and Sherlock lived together, there was no good morning, no breakfast, only the damn noise. The man who was still sleeping was woken up by a very rude knock on the door. After he couldn't take it anymore, he put on a In a nightgown, with dry hair, he limped downstairs with a cane and opened the door.

A policeman, very fat, Watson was still in the mood to complain in his heart, why the British police are always inseparable from this fat and rude setting, they even threaten the third button with their stomachs in the same way ?

"Sir, let me just say it, do you know this kid?" The fat police officer frowned and asked, his thick lips looked like a piece of sausage.

"What kid?" Watson was a little puzzled, and his eyes drifted over the fat police officer's stomach.

"Sorry." The fat police officer didn't notice Watson's gaze, he turned his head and shouted in the direction to the right.

"Kid, come here!"

"coming!"

His voice was very immature, a little soft, and he couldn't tell the difference between men and women. Watson walked a little towards the door, and a few dull hairs on his hair rose up. Obviously, it was impossible to straighten them with only hands. A small cannonball crashed into his arms and slowly raised his face.

Rounded lines, big bright eyes, wearing a teddy bear hat with plush ears, squawking happily.

"Daddy!"

Watson was stunned, his whole body seemed to be solidified by concrete, before he could say anything, the cute little braided man took his hand and turned around and shouted at the fat police officer.

"This is my daddy!"

If Watson's brain is not composed of cerebrum, cerebellum and brainstem, but consists of host computer, CPU and chip, then now, he can use a very perfect adjective to describe his state at that time, that is John Watson in his life No.20 successfully crashed in nine years.

"Since it's your child, you should take good care of it. Parents are really irresponsible..." The nagging fat police officer waved and left without giving Watson whose brain had temporarily stopped functioning a word. .

"Daddy, what's the matter with you?" The child shook Watson's hand again, looking very cute.

Watson turned his neck stiffly, lowered his head, and stared at the other party, a beautiful child, a beautiful child who called himself Daddy, a damned cohabitant with him who has not been seen yet, Sherlock Sherlock Holmes looks like a very imaginary child!

The child was not frightened by Watson's wide eyes, on the contrary, he giggled.

"Is Daddy playing staring games with me?"

"No, it's not." Watson blinked, his face was still a little distorted. His kind heart made him quickly realize that his behavior was a bit scary. For a five or six-year-old child, he looked up He rubbed his eyes with his hands and wanted to speak again, but the cold wind made him sneeze, God, he was only wearing a nightgown.

"Daddy, let's go in, you'll catch a cold if you wear so little." The child said thoughtfully in a childish voice, and like a little master, he pulled the doctor who was still in a daze into it, not forgetting the other party's crutches, not forgetting After closing the door, Watson really wanted to praise the other party for his good habit.

No, this is very wrong, Dr. John, who shook his head to wake himself up quickly, said in his heart, he pulled out his hand and rubbed his face to try to stay awake, grabbed the other person's small shoulders, squatted down seriously He asked, "Whose family are you a child?"

"Daddy, are you sick?"

Watson was stunned for a moment, raised his right hand to touch his forehead, and said stiffly, "I'm sure I'm not sick."

"Oh." The child responded, rolled his eyes, and showed a cute smile.

"My name is Teddy, Teddy Holmes."