My son can't be this cute

Chapter 79

"Do I want to avoid it next?" Little Teddy blinked and said with a smile, he really didn't know anything.

Watson scratched his cheek and didn't know what to say. Little Teddy looked like I know everything.

Watson coughed softly, "I'm going to prepare lunch." After speaking, he turned his head and went into the kitchen, and there was still an hour before their usual lunch time.

"Daddy is shy." Little Teddy giggled.Sherlock pinched his little face, but he didn't use much force, and the father and son made a fuss on the sofa.

Sherlock rushed to Scotland Yard early the next morning, because Lestrade encountered a difficult case, and Watson took care of their son at home. With the flowers ticked off, this month's expenses will be a little tricky again, he bit his lip and sighed.

The milk in the pot was still boiling, and Watson was taking advantage of this time to fry bacon in a pan beside him. Just as he put out the fire and was about to wake Little Teddy up, the doorbell rang. He washed his hands and went to open the door. Seeing Mycroft standing at the door with his little black umbrella propped up, a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.

"Good morning, John."

"Mycroft, I don't think it's suitable for me to go to those weird places with you at this time. If there is something to do, we can go to the house to talk." Watson said dryly.

Mycroft raised his eyebrows, his eyes teasing, "Oh no, don't get me wrong, John, this time it's not me who wants to talk to you, but someone else."

"other people?"

"Go, John, I'll leave Teddy to me."

Mycroft pushed Watson into the little black car, and once again performed something similar to kidnapping, but the door was closed before Watson even had time to resist, and Mycroft stood on the steps and waved his hand as farewell.

He straightened his collar and went into the apartment of his brother and sister-in-law. Today he is going on a public holiday, in order to take care of his lovely nephew, and exercise his ability in this area, anyway, it will come in handy sooner or later.

Watson squirmed in the back seat, licked his lips and asked the pretty female assistant who was playing with his mobile phone in front, "May I ask where are you going now?"

"No, John." Anthea replied without raising her head. Her nimble fingers were quickly processing today's schedule and making restaurant reservations for her boss on the BlackBerry, serving four people.

"Okay." Watson pursed his lips. He took out his mobile phone from his pocket to look at it, and moved his fingers to send a text message to Sherlock.

"Has been kidnapped by a black car, the purpose is unknown."

Soon, the reply text message came. Watson looked down, amused, and saw that it said, "Did the kidnapping leader come here in person?"

"Yes, and then he went to take care of our son." Watson smiled when he pressed the three words "our son". It seemed that this was the first time he put the relationship between the two into words. There was a bit of a delay in replying once, even if Watson was not a genius like Sherlock, he could guess that it was because the other party was taken aback for a moment, he bit the tip of his tongue and smiled, browsing Sherlock's text messages in a happy mood.

"I'll go right now."

"Do you know where I'm going?"

"My family." Two short words, and no matter how many text messages Watson sent with exclamation points, he didn't receive a reply this time.

In Scotland Yard, Sherlock looked at the police car in front of him, and there was Mr. Inspector, who looked at his rotten hair, with the words "explain" written all over his face.

Lestrade coughed lightly, pushed Donovan and Anderson aside, scratched his cheek and said, "Just last night, your parents called Mycroft and said they wanted to see their... ..." He didn't say the last two words, but Sherlock helped him out.

"daughter in law."

"Well, yes, so Mycroft sent a car to pick Watson up early in the morning, and your mother said she couldn't tell you." But she also said that her youngest son must be held at least for at least three hours.

"Why John, you haven't seen it yet." Sherlock pursed his lips and said expressionlessly, making the handsome Scottish inspector blush, and the latter looked away and said, "Isn't there no time?" .”

Sherlock snorted coldly, and Lestrade patted him on the shoulder and pushed him into the police car, "Let's go, at least go to lunch first, Mike has ordered it."

When I first arrived at home, what I saw was not Mycroft with a teasing face. The man looked dignified. Little Teddy sat obediently on the sofa, holding a bucket of popcorn in his hand, and the TV was still on. A few minutes ago they were watching TV.

"What's the matter?" Lestrade asked, wrinkling his eyebrows.

"Mycroft raised his eyes, poked a courier in front of him with the small black umbrella in his hand, and moved his eyes to the black-haired detective.

Sherlock's eyes changed. He pursed his lips and opened the package. It was a mobile phone. He looked up at the other party.Mycroft nodded, silently answering his question.

"When was it delivered?" Sherlock asked, putting the phone in his pocket.

"Ten minutes ago." Mycroft stood up, his voice was low and his face was calm, "Badts Hospital has already called, go and confirm."

"Do you still know?" Sherlock said inexplicably.

Mycroft gave him a deep look. "I need your confirmation."

"Let's go." He said, and picked up Teddy. The popcorn fell on the sofa and was scattered everywhere. The little boy with curly hair wanted to say that he would be scolded by his father, but he saw his father's face It's hard to say anything, so I can only hug the other party's neck tightly, thinking that he has to clean up by himself when he comes back.

Although Lestrade didn't quite understand what happened, he also knew that it must be quite serious, otherwise the two brothers wouldn't look so calm, as if they were two adults. Usually, the Holmes brothers are in peace when the world is at peace. Always acting like they're only seven years old with endless sarcasm and arguments.

At Barts Hospital, Molly was wearing a white coat. She swallowed and reminded Sherlock, "It's best not to come in, the child, she's a bit disfigured, and it will scare him."

Sherlock nodded, put Little Teddy in Lestrade's arms, and asked them to eat something. He and Mycroft went in, and Molly was about to lift the white cloth covering the woman's face , Sherlock stopped her.

"I want to see the whole body."

Molly hesitated for a moment, she nodded, Sherlock said yes with just a glance, he looked away and strode away, Mycroft followed behind him, the two brothers leaned against the corridor, Mycroft Te took out a cigarette.

"No need." Sherlock flatly refused.

Mycroft raised his eyebrows and looked at his younger brother, "I thought you were interested in her."

"In some ways, yes, she's not stupid." Sherlock pursed his lips, and he looked tense.

"Because of John?" Mycroft asked slowly, and the latter's complexion softened a lot because of the name.

"Yes." Sherlock murmured, his face calm.

"You've changed, Xiali." Mycroft smoked a cigarette, leaned against the window and breathed lightly. The gray-blue smoke made him look unclear.

"And you're glad I've changed, and you've changed too," Sherlock said softly.

Mycroft smiled, lit a little cigarette ash, and looked up at his brother, with his black curly hair and stubborn face, that proud child grew up, and his brows and eyes would be softened by someone.

"When are you going to do it?" Mycroft asked suddenly.

"Faster than you." Sherlock said flatly, and glanced at the other party. "To be honest, you are not young anymore. Your hairline is receding day by day. You have a sweet tooth and went to the dentist three days ago."

Mycroft smiled helplessly, how could he have forgotten that his younger brother is not a child who needs to be comforted, and his mean lips are afraid of even the god of death.

"That's fine." Mycroft took another drag on his cigarette, his eyelashes fluttering.

"Because you don't want to burden him?"

Mycroft glanced at the other party and smiled, "Nothing can be hidden from you."

Sherlock snorted lightly, but he was in a happy mood. It was not easy to get Mycroft's appreciation. He had worked hard for it for more than ten years, but now, they have all changed and become easier. Compromise, and move closer to the feelings they once sneered at.

"Although Greg's occupation is not very dangerous, it is more risky than ordinary people. He is always worried that if he gets married like this, what will he do if he sacrifices me? But he seems to have forgotten that I came here alone without him, Sherlock, isn't this feeling really strange?" Mycroft said honestly.

"Yes, strange and wonderful." Sherlock said softly, no one knew that feeling better than him, because he was surrounded by such a person every moment.

"Grigg and I are different from you and John, Sherlock, you are still young, although you don't want to admit it, but I am seven years older than you, and I was already planning my own life when you were fooling around." Mycroft stood up straight and put one hand in his trouser pocket. He rarely did this kind of action because he was reserved, but now, he felt good doing it.

"As if I didn't know you were older than me." Sherlock stared at the other party, his tone was a bit harsh, he didn't like Mycroft's words, he would rather the other party said some nasty things again, but this kind of brotherhood He felt trembling because of his sincerity, and he had to admit in his heart that Mycroft was right, he was his elder brother, and it was his responsibility to take care of him, and Mycroft gave him more affection than ordinary brothers. Pay more attention, because Sherlock has been a weird kid since he was a child.