My son can't be this cute

Chapter 68

The annual Christmas is here, and Little Teddy's school is also on holiday. Watson thinks that he should prepare well this year. In order to bring good luck for next year, he sits cross-legged on the sofa and starts typing. The two index fingers occupy the keyboard.

"Today is Christmas, three days ago Sherlock cracked a smuggling case, he thought it was boring, but as usual, I think he is a genius, and Sherlock's ignorance in literature and art makes me think again Surprised, and to be honest, I thought that was a lovely shortcoming, and I couldn't get over the line he said that it's ok if a teddy bear goes around the garden from me cheating him that he didn't know the heliocentric said this theorem, that was hilarious, and I decided Remember this joke forever." The military doctor typed the last word on his blog, clicked finish, and five seconds later, the cohabitants on the side occupied the sofa.

"One cup of coffee, two sugars."

"Sherlock, can't you be a little more motivated?" Watson said with a smile, closing the notebook in his hand and getting up to make coffee for this guy.

"John, I'm bored." Even criminals need a break on Christmas Day, and that's not good for Sherlock, with his cigarettes hidden and John's Brownings in his pocket, he just Can sigh in boredom, even Watson's teasing can't get up the energy to refute, if he is given a big case now, Sherlock thinks he will thank God.

"You solved a smuggling case three days ago. I don't think it's boring." Watson shrugged and looked around where he should put his notebook. "

"You know it was three days ago, John, I need the case like Teddy needs his brownies, and I can find it wherever you put it, so don't bother hiding it, yours Little brains don't need to be wasted on these useless things."

Watson pursed his lips and glared at his cohabitant. He found that as long as Sherlock was bored, his meanness could be improved to the next level.

"Teddy can't keep eating too many sweets, or his little teeth will break."

Sherlock rolled his eyes, "John, it's useless for you to tell me, the kid will always get what he wants, don't forget Mycroft, he spoils him without restraint."

"At least you have to take responsibility for watching him too, and that's your son too, Sherlock."

"Our son." Sherlock lay on the sofa, the word spinning in his head.

"We're back, boys." Mrs. Hudson opened the door and said, Little Teddy ran over, lay on his father's stomach, pressed his cold cheeks against his father's cheeks, and kissed him again nose, squinted his eyes and said, "Dad, there is something delicious tonight."

"You ate a piece of chocolate cake, a glass of orange juice, and three toffees outside." Sherlock sniffed and concluded.

"Exactly." Little Teddy giggled, and Mrs. Hudson patted his little head as she passed by, looking at Sherlock with a pair of gentle blue eyes, "It's a festival, so I think I can satisfy him a little bit." one time."

"As long as you're not afraid of being nagged by John." Sherlock said expressionlessly.

"Oh, don't say such a terrible thing, dear Sherlock." Mrs. Hudson smiled and walked to the kitchen. Her harvest today was very rich.

Sherlock withdrew his gaze and looked at his son. The little guy took out a toffee from his pocket, and after a while he took out a toffee, quickly peeled it off with his little hand and stuffed it into Sherlock's mouth.

"That way it becomes a secret, right?"

Sherlock stopped the boy's movements, and the little guy wanted to give himself a tooth, "Who did you learn from?"

"Mike." Little Teddy put away the candy obediently, and acted like a baby on Sherlock's body.

"You're the best, Dad, don't tell Daddy."

Sherlock snorted and didn't object, that means he agreed. The father and son nestled on the sofa, one played with the mobile phone, the other played with father's hair, the logo of the Holmes family, with curly hair. As for Mycroft, in Sherlock's words Said he must have picked it up, the Holmes man doesn't have a receding hairline problem.

"Sherlock, have you informed Mycroft?" Watson came out of the kitchen while wiping his hands. He was wearing a new apron from Mrs. Hudson. Above, one of them stares blankly at them while the other two hold it.

"Look, Sherlock, the bear is just like you!" said Mrs. Hudson, laughing.

Sherlock rolled his eyes and didn't make a sound. Watson lowered his head and grabbed the bear's ears, and couldn't help grinning, "It's just you."

"No, my dear John, this is your happy family." Mrs. Hudson walked over and patted the shoulder of the military doctor, who blushed, put down the bear ear he was holding, and The detective on the sofa curled up his lips at this moment, looking a little happy.

When it was getting dark, Watson and his guests also came, including Mycroft and Lestrade, and Molly and her new boyfriend.

"It's you!" Watson called out, and the person in front of him was Jim, the man with the same phone as him.

"What a coincidence, John." Jim rolled his eyes and walked over to give the doctor a hug, who also smiled and patted him on the shoulder.

"John, why don't you introduce your new friend to Sherlock." Mycroft said teasingly. Watson coughed and briefly described the incident.

"That's really lucky." Lestrade smiled, but Sherlock still had a calm face, but his light-colored eyes looked up and down at the man named Jim Moriarty, gay, No need to discuss any more, seeing the slightly exposed trousers and hairspray, John never put things on himself.

For some reason, Molly felt that Sherlock had glanced at her, and she was a little nervous and fiddled with her hair uncomfortably, hoping it wouldn't look too bad.

Little Teddy thinks he likes this guy named Jim, how funny he is and looks so pretty, he likes pretty things.

"Jim, you look very similar to a boy in our class." Little Teddy said with a smile, children's eyes are always the most able to see through the essence, his words made the several men present feel a little bit consider.

"You are all beautiful." Little Teddy added another sentence. This sentence made everyone laugh, and Lestrade laughed heartily. Mycroft glanced at his boyfriend and thought about something .

The dinner was very sumptuous, both in appearance and taste. During this period of time, Watson's craftsmanship has improved a lot. Little Teddy especially loves the small tomatoes wrapped in syrup. The demand is getting bigger and bigger, and Watson is a little worried. The child seems to be gaining weight, but he can't say it, but there is always someone who doesn't care about these things.

Sherlock frowned and took the little tomato away in front of Mycroft. The latter was very happy to see the gifts his brother gave him, and was about to eat them, but when he heard Sherlock's His eyes widened as he spoke.

"If you keep eating so many sweets, you'll become fat like Mycroft."

Little Teddy gave Sherlock a hesitant look, twitched Mycroft again, and finally looked away and muttered, "Okay."

"Very good." Sherlock nodded in satisfaction, and the little tomato was pushed to Mycroft, who held the fork in a stiff posture until Lestrade patted him on the shoulder and smiled patiently. Meaning: "It's okay, let's eat."

Mycroft felt compelled to tell Mummy that Sherlock, under the connivance of his medic, had grown to disregard his brother.

A group of people chatted and ate, and the time passed without knowing it. After the sumptuous dinner, it was their own happy time. It is really not suitable to go out in a group at this time, so it is better to separate.

"Sherlock, don't you think we're a little strange?" Watson asked, looking at the closed door behind him, swallowing. Mrs. Hudson insisted that they go out together, and Little Teddy had been taken by Lestrade Take it away, well, Mycroft and Lestrade don't mind taking a little bean on their date at all, the Scottish Inspector seems to be very happy, if they are misunderstood as a family, He doesn't seem to mind at all.

"Come on, John, Mrs. Hudson is a stickler." The implication was that if you wanted to freeze to death at the door, so be it.

"Oh, Sherlock, why does everyone insist that we are a couple?" Watson complained as he followed the footsteps of his cohabitant, without noticing at all. The footsteps become walking side by side.

Sherlock glanced at Watson, only seeing the round lines on the other's face under the light, and smiled unconsciously.

"Sherlock, don't smile at me like that," Watson muttered awkwardly.

"Are you nervous, John." Sherlock leaned slightly closer to Watson, who was startled, his big eyes widened.

"Of course I will, don't get so close to me." Watson wanted to take a step back, but the detective quickly grabbed his arm. The latter's beautiful eyes stared at him like a cheetah staring at its prey, and Watson wasn't sure what kind of prey he was.

"Why?" Sherlock asked in a low voice, his voice was so charming that Watson felt his face turn red and he was crying in his heart.

"This is not fucking normal!"