My son can't be this cute

Chapter 78

Sherlock and Watson drove to the local hospital. They thought they would see a little Teddy with red eye circles, but both of them were taken aback. The curly-haired little boy was lying on the hospital bed listening to another boy Story, they went in just in time to hear where the killer was announced.

Angelo was the first to see the fathers of Little Teddy. He stood up and greeted each other politely. Little Teddy beside him no longer had sleepy eyes and became round and round. He, I'm afraid he can jump up.

"Daddy, Daddy!" Little Teddy sat up, with a smile on his cheek, but he didn't shed tears because he twisted his foot.

"How do you feel?" Watson walked over and looked at his son's feet and asked with concern.

"Well, it still hurts a little bit." Little Teddy said obediently, holding Watson's hand without letting go, and Sherlock on the side took off his coat and scarf, although he has always used the free-range policy for his son, But it's still worrying to hear that he's injured.

Watson kissed his own son's little face, then turned around and thanked the little black-haired boy. The latter blushed a little, waved his hands and left with his book.

"Is this the kid who kissed you last time?" Sherlock pulled a chair and sat beside him and asked. Little Teddy puffed up his cheeks and stared at his father. "You should call it more politely, Dad, he Saved me, and he was good to me."

Sherlock smiled sullenly, and Little Teddy tugged on La Watson's sleeve and said, "I rolled down a small slope and sprained my foot. Angie came back with me on her back."

"Then we have to thank him if we find an opportunity." Watson stroked his son's curly hair and said, he had a better impression of that beautiful boy. He looked at his boyfriend again and sighed, he was also good-looking. , Everyone's personality is really different.

Sherlock was taken aback by Watson's look, and before he could speak, the damn ambiguous bell rang again, startling little Teddy, his big eyes widened.

Watson wasn't angry this time. It was better to see Sherlock in a hurry than anything else, but his face was still sullen, and he obviously didn't intend to let the matter pass like this.

"Dad, may I know what happened during my absence?" Little Teddy blinked.

"Your father is going to find you a stepmother." Watson said casually, but he was laughing wildly in his heart. Because of Sherlock's gloomy face, he stuffed his phone into his pocket, and it took him a while to regain his composure.

"I don't want it." Little Teddy wrinkled his nose and said with disgust, "I don't want a stepmother, I just want a daddy." He paused, grabbed Watson's hand and looked at Sherlock and said seriously: "Father, if you plan to find a woman to marry, then we'd better not meet again, and leave the land to me."

"Where are you going to take John?" Sherlock caught a glimpse of Watson's patient smile, and he became interested, and decided to tease his son along this topic.

"Well, I think Mike's place is good. Gray will take us in. Mike will make delicious desserts. Gray's fried noodles are very good. As for you, Dad..." The curly-haired boy dragged his tone for a long time Lazily said: "There is a chocolate cake and a bag of toast in the refrigerator, and there is a jar of sugar and a bar of chocolate on the dining table. These calories can guarantee your needs for three days."

"I think he's going to kick you out, given your ability to make trouble." Sherlock said deadpan.

"Hey, Dad, that's impossible, Mike loves me the most!" Little Teddy protested, and Sherlock squeezed his face into various shapes, "He loves Lestrade the most."

"Well, get over it." Little Teddy frowned, and slapped his father's big hand away with his small hand. He rubbed his cheeks and rolled his eyes, "Anyway, you can only marry Daddy."

"That's what I planned." Sherlock leaned back on the chair and said lightly. When he said this, Watson, who had been watching the play, was taken aback for a moment. He said dryly, "Sherlock, what do you say?" real?"

"Of course, I never say useless words."

"Don't you think it's too fast? I mean, we only established a relationship two days ago. Well, we have to take it step by step." Watson said with some difficulty.

Sherlock looked at his doctor with his chin propped on his right hand, and smiled, "John, I didn't say right away."

Watson was choked, and there was an annoyed blush on his cheeks. Sherlock licked his lips, "But I hope it will be soon, so that there are not so many uncertainties."

"uncertain?"

Sherlock rolled his eyes, "Of course, John, I'm not a god. You are an incomprehensible case, with too many bad intentions, a stubborn temper and a sense of justice that flares up from time to time."

"Is this a compliment?" Watson asked nervously.

"Maybe." Sherlock snorted softly. Watson looked at him with a smile on the corner of his mouth. He got up and kissed the awkward detective directly on the lips. As for Little Teddy, he had already covered it. Closing his eyes, he didn't see anything, really.

Although Little Teddy was injured, the event couldn't be canceled just because he was alone, so Watson and Sherlock took their son back. The little guy was still a little unhappy, but there was nothing he could do. The wounded man didn't say anything. of the right.

Baker Street flats, where Mrs. Hudson made a lot of delicious food to keep Teddy healthy, and he was forbidden to eat sweets until his foot was healed.

"It's not fair, Dad!" Little Teddy looked at his father angrily.

"This is to punish your carelessness. You said you would take care of yourself." Sherlock said coolly while lying on the sofa while looking at his phone.

"It's not fair!" Little Teddy rolled on the sofa, rolled back and forth, and finally rolled onto the detective's stomach, begging for mercy with his small face up, "Just a little bit, at least the chocolate beans can't be canceled!"

"You can play like a baby with John." Sherlock looked up at his son teasingly. The latter was choked and said dejectedly, "You know he won't agree."

"You clearly know that he loves you, and he loves you more than anyone else when you are hurt, Teddy." Sherlock rubbed his son's curly hair and said softly.

"I know." Little Teddy said sullenly, and he sighed softly, "I promise I will never let myself get hurt again."

"Seriously speaking, this guarantee is meaningless, but it's a good attitude." Sherlock poked the boy's face and smiled.

Lying on his father's belly, little Teddy said with some melancholy: "I hope to get well soon, I didn't even go skiing."

"You can go later."

"Really? Dad, are you taking me on vacation?" Little Teddy raised his head happily, his big round eyes sparkling.

"If there is really a case there, we can leave immediately." Sherlock smirked, in exchange for a sound of disgust.

"I don't want it, I want to be happy on vacation."

"I thought you liked it."

"Well, I like it, knowing what I don't know, and solving these puzzles by myself, but Dad, I prefer to stay with you and Daddy." Little Teddy said softly, kissing Sherlock. Nose, the latter looked at him with a gentle expression, "Wait until summer."

"Then it's settled." She showed her small white teeth and her eyes were crooked.

"What are you talking about?" Watson came out of the kitchen and asked Teddy with a cup of hot milk.

"Dad said he would take us on vacation in summer." Little Teddy said cheerfully, taking the milk.

"Vacation?" Watson looked at his boyfriend a little strangely. He scratched his cheek and said, "I really didn't know that you didn't delete this word. You don't even want to spend weekends."

Sherlock rolled his eyes, "After all, crimes are more likely to happen when you are on vacation."

"...Are you serious?"

"What do you say?"

"I don't think so." Watson touched his nose. He didn't want to be dragged up by Sherlock to collect information when he relaxed his muscles.

After drinking the milk, Little Teddy suddenly thought of something while playing with Sherlock's hand. He looked up at his fathers, blinked and said, "When will you hold the wedding?"

Watson coughed, and Sherlock pondered for a while. It seemed that he was really thinking about it. Watson quickly waved his hand, "Hey, I thought it was just a proposal. We won't really get married so soon."

"John, are you really so unbelievable when I say I want to marry you?" Sherlock said calmly.

"It's not so much unbelievable as it is impossible." John also answered honestly, he pursed his lips and analyzed seriously, "Look, Sherlock, we haven't been together for a long time, and marriage, that's different from being in love. , when you are in love, you enjoy your lover's strengths, but in marriage, to be honest, we have to endure each other's weaknesses. , is likely to create the record for the shortest marriage in history."

"I thought we'd been in love since you stupidly showed up at Barts."

"I'm not stupid!" Watson retorted immediately, and then belatedly understood the previous sentence, his face flushed a little, he coughed, and said somewhat unnaturally: "Very sweet words."

Sherlock smiled, "John, don't think about it so much. You were doomed when you came to Baker Street to find me. You love danger and love me even more. You are completely attracted to me, John."

"That's very brazen of yours," murmured Watson, with pretty red tips on his ears.

"Okay, bastard." Watson cleared his throat and smiled broadly.

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