My son can't be this cute

Chapter 11

"You like danger." Sherlock stared into those blue eyes and spit out these words calmly.

Watson looked at his roommate, and couldn't say anything to refute for a while. He loves peace and is willing to be ordinary. This is what he said to his psychiatrist. It is not a lie, but Sherlock undoubtedly grasped some Something he didn't even understand.

His cohabitant smiled slightly, "Then let's go."

Unlike the partner films on the TV series, Sherlock did not extend a hand of friendship to himself. He is a treacherous person. Watson does not want to use this word on his cohabitant, because Sherlock behaves more like a A wayward and arrogant child, but his eyes, his movements, and his sure tone attracted John like poppies.

A smile appeared on the corner of his lips, and Watson thought of the first time they met, Sherlock who gave him a mysterious impression went back and forth, and the moment he blinked at him was like an invitation, so damn cute and charming.

"Come on, Teddy, Mrs. Hudson hasn't come back yet." After Sherlock put on his coat and scarf, he quickly hugged Little Teddy in his arms, causing the other party to giggle.

"Let's go, Watson." The consulting detective who had already strode towards the door greeted without looking back, as if firmly believing that the peace-loving military doctor would follow without hesitation, and he was damn right.

Watson smiled, licked his dry lips and followed.

The door is closed, and the journey of Sherlock Holmes and John Watson is about to begin.

There was a restaurant not far from the apartment. Sherlock was not in a hurry to find the murderer, but went in like a hungry cat with his long tail, bringing his cohabitant and son with him.

"Welcome to watch." The waiter said enthusiastically.

Sherlock nodded at him, hugged the little Teddy and chose a corner by the window, the lights outside were bright, everything was hazy but real.

Ordinary people see night scenes and people, but what Sherlock Holmes smells is crime and sees murderers. His lips are tight and sometimes relaxed, and his light-colored eyes are like organic matter, with a cold and charming texture. .The ex-military doctor softly sighed "perfect" in his heart. His cohabitant has a charm, even if he is willful and arrogant.

"John, let's eat something first." Sherlock said to Watson, looking outside.

"It's only four o'clock. I thought we were going to catch the murderer, but you gave me something to eat." Watson put down his crutch and said amusedly.

"If you decide to go on a journey with me, you have to get used to irregular eating, and we won't have time to eat later." Sherlock said, stroking the curly hair of Little Teddy on his thigh. Seriously, that touch It's kind of like his dear Mr. Skull, only smoother and warmer, but it feels about the same to me.

Little Teddy rested his cheeks on both hands, as docile as a little sheep, he didn't mind his father ravaging his hair like Mr. Skull.

"This is not a good habit." John shrugged, picked up the menu and looked at it, then raised his head and asked Little Teddy.

"What do you want to eat?"

"I'm not hungry, Daddy." Showing his white teeth, Little Teddy blinked his big eyes and said softly. Sherlock behind him was no longer satisfied with touching the little curly hair, and pinched it with his slender fingers. My son's cheeks and white and tender earlobes sighed for the richness of collagen.

"Maybe we can have a chocolate cake, um, and hot milk."

Hearing Watson's words, Little Teddy's light-colored eyes widened in surprise, and he smiled with his small canine teeth, "Okay! I want two spoonfuls of sugar!"

"Don't want a lot of chocolate?" Sherlock asked with raised eyebrows.

"want!"

Watson called the waiter to come over, and it was the somewhat vicious big man they had added. Before he reached their table, he called Sherlock's name, and there was surprise in his dark eyes.

"You know each other?" Watson asked curiously.

"Yes, we know each other. Sherlock helped me clear the suspicion of murder." The bearded man named Angelo said happily.

"Because I confirmed to Lestrade that he was committing a burglary on the other side of the street at the time." Sherlock said casually, spreading his napkin too far, and Watson decided to swallow his own praise for him.

"Okay, Sherlock, I'll pay the bill, you and your lover, um, and your son can order whatever you want." After the big man finished speaking, he winked at Little Teddy, "You're cute, brat."

"Thank you." Little Teddy smiled and showed his white teeth.

"Although you look a lot like your father, he's not as cute as you." Angelo made a grimace, and his funny gesture made little Teddy laugh, and Watson swallowed his rebuttal again, About the definition of his relationship with the cohabitant.

"Won't you have something to eat?" Watson asked, looking at his roommate, who hadn't even taken a sip of water.

"I'm used to not eating when I'm working on a case. It's not good for my thinking." Sherlock glanced at the menu Watson handed over and explained. If the Scotland Yard police were here at the moment, they would definitely look at it with hell looking at John, yes, not looking at Sherlock, because the latter represents the word weird, and all the weird behavior of Sherlock has only a reasonable explanation, because he is Sherlock, and they will think this small man There is definitely magic, otherwise how could Sherlock, who is as arrogant and withdrawn as he is, explain to ordinary people, who in his opinion are like ordinary people like goldfish.

"But you still have to eat some, Dad." Little Teddy raised his face from the chocolate cake and said, he licked the chocolate at the corner of his lips and narrowed his eyes and said, "This is delicious."

Sherlock frowned looking at what was about to be fed into his mouth, he pushed it away gently, "Thank you, but I don't need it."

Little Teddy obviously didn't want to give up, and continued to coax him persistently: "Just take a bite, okay?"

Watson burst out laughing, the smile lines at the corners of his eyes stretched out, and he covered his mouth with his hand after receiving the gaze from the other party, indicating that he would be quiet.

"I do not need."

"Why, Dad, this is delicious."

Looking into his son's big eyes, Sherlock held back but still didn't hold back. Obviously, the habit of more than ten years made him unable to compromise, even if the other party was his son.

"Because I hate it."