My son can't be this cute

Chapter 74

Apartment 221B Baker Street, in Sherlock's room, after saying goodbye to Mycroft and Greg, Watson returned to the bedroom to take care of the detective, the light on the bedside table was adjusted to a soft brightness, and he sat aside, He touched the other person's forehead to make sure everything was alright.

"John." Sherlock murmured in his sleep, groping with his right hand, even though he was not awake, Watson felt very happy with that subconscious action, when people are unconscious, their instincts will be more obvious, just like The mother will look to her child immediately when a disaster occurs, and Sherlock Holmes is also a somewhat willful ordinary person, he relies on his own military doctor.Watson smiled, shook his hand and said in a low voice, "I'm right here."

The dark-haired detective pursed his lips like a child, and there were wrinkles between his brows. Although the reagent was not harmful to the body, it was still sad, and Sherlock was a person who was very afraid of pain. Of course, when there was a case, He is a superman who is not afraid of death, but those hormones have receded, and Sherlock is a curious cat on weekdays who is cautious about not getting hurt. He is interested in everything, but he can't keep too much interest in everything. Enthusiasm, he doesn't like dealing with people, thinks everyone is as stupid as a goldfish, but John, he likes and is willing to laugh at his little head in that mocking tone, demand his milk and black in a drawn-out tone Coffee, trying to talk John out of eating and sleeping with the most capricious words.

The air is very quiet. Sherlock is a stubborn person. He doesn't moan much, but that doesn't mean he's fine now. He's just used to patience. Watson admires this, and it's more distressing. Sherlock is like A kitten he picked up when he was a child huddled under the sofa and always looked at everyone with wary eyes, not because it was not cute enough, but because no one trusted him, but he got it right away. The trust of this stubborn man, it's amazing.

Watson just sat quietly on the edge of the bed, occasionally fiddled with the curly hair on Sherlock's forehead, and stared at his new boyfriend like this, which was really strange. He thought that although the next relationship would not be vigorous, in the end At least it has to start with blushing and heartbeat, but he and Sherlock have nothing at all, it feels like left hand touching right hand, he won't feel that there is anything wrong, and he won't be shy all the time, but their relationship is stronger than any other. Everyone is strong.

He licked his lips, thinking that the present moment is called happiness, the kind of day when we can take risks together and sit quietly by the fireplace drinking tea and chatting is happiness.

"John." Sherlock's grunt made Watson's thoughts come back. He blinked, and saw that the other party looked at him with misty eyes, and his eyelashes moved, a little fragile, like a newborn child, yes Dependence is defenseless, and it is the appearance that can arouse the softest part of John Watson's heart.

"Hey, you've been sleeping for a while, Sherlock." He said softly, raising his hand to touch the other's cheek, with a smile on the corner of his mouth, because Sherlock rubbed against his palm like a cat, that's terrible What a rare sight to see, Sherlock always puts on a posture that he can fight against the whole world by himself, but if you really ignore him, he is likely to take on the injury, follow him when he loses his temper , don't argue with him.

"I'm fine." He still muttered, his usually low, domineering voice became slurred.

"Yes, you are very well, very well, and now you are in your own bed, under your favorite silk sheets, and I have covered you with the quilt, and in your room, your John Watson is here with you. "

The pair of light-colored eyes finally focused, and the long eyelashes trembled. He slightly turned his head to look at the tea-blonde-haired man, his John Watson, and smiled. He looked a little tired, but Very soft.

"mine?"

"Yes, yours, Sherlock, treasure me well." Watson wrinkled his nose, a little bit shy, but more determined. How much trust and love do two people need to be at ease? How about giving your life and back to the other party?Watson can give his back to his comrades, but he can only be handed over to Sherlock. The standard for him to pay is this arrogant, smart and cunning man.

A man longing for family, kind, honest and responsible, most importantly, has his own persistence, which can break people's traditional ideas at any time, in short, a man who will never be bored, Sherlock laughs After a while, he raised his hand and hooked his neck before the other party responded, pulling the other party towards him, and kissed him neatly.

Plump and soft lips, warm breath, and a faint scent of black tea, sweet and greasy, belongs to Sherlock's taste. Their noses are stuck together, and Watson can really feel the high bridge of Sherlock's nose and the His thin but powerful arms pressed against his neck.

He moaned slightly, because Sherlock's movements were so powerful, he pried open his lips, and the tip of his tongue, which always uttered the sharpest words, invaded his mouth, the place where he used to hold wonderful and wonderful words Opened to him calmly, without any affectation, although the movements were jerky but extremely enthusiastic.It wasn't Watson's first kiss, but he could proudly tell others that it was the best, even though it ended early.

"John, I'm sorry." Sherlock let go of his arm, he muttered, his eyes closed slowly, the effect of the medicine had not yet passed, his brows were tangled up, as if he was unwilling, and his slightly swollen lips The petals pouted, and he passed out again.

Watson supported the mattress with his right hand, and the thumb of his left hand brushed the corner of Sherlock's lips. The line of the other's lips was very clear. The kiss seemed to have dyed his light-colored lips a touch of beauty, and his Adam's apple rolled up and down. He finally kissed the black-haired detective on the forehead, piously and tenderly.

"Sleep well, Sherlock."

It was already evening, Little Teddy and the others gathered by the small river and set off to the wooden house not far away to prepare dinner and sleep. I forgot to mention that the meal at noon was completely killed with his kind help. As a result, the curly-haired little boy lost interest in cooking, so that his daddy worried whether he would be able to find a wife who was willing to cook for him in the future, after all, he was still very picky.

"Oh, I'm so sorry, Angelo, I didn't mean it." Little Teddy said annoyedly, looking down at his toes, and pulling Angelo's clothes with his right hand, as if trying to rip them off the other party's body.

Angelo couldn't help but patted the other person on the shoulder to comfort him. This was not a fake, but a sincere comfort to the other party, "It's okay, Teddy, I'll just cook in the future."

"At least I have to help you." Little Teddy raised his face and wrinkled his nose and said, hoping to help the other party.

"If you really want to help me, I think you can eat it all, Teddy. I don't eat much. It's not good to waste food."

"...Do you dislike me for eating too much?" Little Teddy asked a little coyly. His father said that he was always picky about food and had a big appetite. Well, he was telling the truth, but it was really a blow People, but after he cried to Daddy, Daddy's dessert arrived on his plate.

"No, of course not. I think it's good to be able to eat, and healthy ones are the best." Angelo said with a blushing face. Although he is not too picky about eaters, he can't always eat too much Things, so although he looks tall, he is far thinner than his peers, and Mike Bealer is as strong as a hill standing beside him.

"Yeah, Angie, you can't eat too little, or you won't grow taller, um, although you are tall." Speaking of this, little Teddy licked his lips, tiptoed to compare the height difference between the two, Finally, he said helplessly: "Although I am not reconciled, I still hope that you will always be taller than me. You have to be stronger, An Qi, otherwise it will be very hard to get sick."

Angelo has never been cared for so frankly in his life. Although his father loves him, they don't see him a few times a year, and Mommy, that guy, he can only torment himself, so when he heard For little Teddy, he only felt warm in his heart, and those thoughts of hating each other were completely gone. If, he squeezed his little fist, if he didn't hate someone, and even liked someone a little bit, then let him become Your own is right, right?Mommy didn't teach him to share his favorite things with others. If he likes something, he has to hide it, and only he can find it if he hides it well.

Little Teddy didn't know what the other party was thinking, he just held Angelo's hand and stood up straight, even though they were just gathering, Sherlock once commented on his son, too much energy, perfect desire to express, Maybe it was inherited from another generation, but Watson unceremoniously pointed the mirror at the detective, letting him see how he was browsing the case information.

The dinner was very sumptuous, with fresh grilled fish, delicious beans, and delicious vegetable salads. The most important thing was that there were no mushrooms. Little Teddy was very satisfied, and the sauce was still sticking to the corner of his mouth, so he yelled at Angelo Said that he should eat more.

Under the firelight, the boy's face was beautiful and lovely, Angelo took out a neat handkerchief and wiped the corners of the boy's mouth with a smile.

"I'm sorry." Little Teddy scratched his cheeks and giggled. He can't get rid of this bad habit, and maybe it will be like this for the rest of his life. Thinking of this, the boy shrugged his shoulders indifferently, and it will last forever. He fought hard against the beans in the small bowl and ate them up one by one, while Angelo looked at the boy with a smile, his amber eyes flashed, his, yes, he thought so.