Sherlock: My Son Can't Possibly Be This Cute

That's it. . . Consanguineous marriage (dense fog)

Xiaomi honey... I want it too

This chapter is super warm, this is happiness

Although I always feel a little weird when I look at my last name. . But it's still more interesting this way

Why is it locked? ? ?

Throw flowers! ! ! Congratulations on the completion\\(^o^)/~

Make up some points! ! ! ! Although the writing is light, it is really sweet to the heart! !

You still haven't written about where Teddy came from? I finished reading it in one sitting~ I agreed

Sorry for being late, (/≧▽≦)/a sweet ending with flowers! *★,°*:.☆\\(￣▽￣)/$:*.°★* . Celebrating the end! Customization may not be sold anymore, but I think I've seen Harmony, right? If you haven't seen it, take the opportunity to buy it customized!

Something happened when Hamish was seven years old. This laughing child had been a little melancholy recently, which was manifested in the fact that he always frowned, as if he had encountered something unhappy. Watson decided to have a good talk with his youngest son. "Baby, what's wrong with you recently?" He asked in a gentle voice. Hamish raised his little face, looked at his daddy with his big eyes, pursed his lips and shook his head, muttering in a low voice, "I'm fine, daddy." "But you seem to be in trouble, or troubled. Won't you tell me?" Hamish shook his head again, and Watson sighed and decided not to force him, but just kissed the other person's forehead and told him that he would always love him. That night, after coaxing Hamish to fall asleep, Watson lay under the quilt and looked at his partner who was typing on his notebook and poked his arm. "Sherlock, you don't even care about Hamish." Sherlock didn't even raise his head and just snorted softly, "It's not a big deal." "You already know?" Watson sat sideways and poked the other person's cheek with his finger. Sherlock twisted his body impatiently and tried to get rid of it, but he had no choice but to interrupt his plan temporarily and turned to look at his doctor. "John, use your little head, it's obvious." "I can't tell," Watson said innocently. "Okay." Sherlock sighed. He really couldn't understand why he had to explain on such a boring thing and waste his time. "It's the sweater." "Sweater?" Watson was a little surprised. What's wrong with the sweater? Doesn't Hamish like sweaters? No, he always sweetly told himself that he liked it very much, and kissed the Lestrade family's youngest son because he gave him a woolen hat. Speaking of this, he really had to find time to have a good talk with his youngest son. He couldn't give someone a free kiss just for a sweater. This was not good. "He likes sweaters, John, and his taste is exactly the same as yours." Sherlock rolled his eyes. Although he was not picky about what he wore, he still stayed away from floppy clothes. Think about it, he must look stupid in a sweater. "Then what's wrong with the sweater?" "It's because he would rather get it knitted by you than buy it, and he doesn't want to embarrass you, because he knows that although his daddy is very gentle, he is not a woman. Recently, there is this trend in their school, warm brand sweaters." Sherlock said with a look of disgust. Watson opened his mouth blankly, then closed it after a while, scratched his cheek and muttered, "I think I can cook and wash clothes, but I really can't knit sweaters, even though I love all sweaters." Sherlock smiled and said, "You don't really plan to learn from Mrs. Hudson, do you?" Watson was a little embarrassed, but he still straightened his neck and said dissatisfiedly: "Is there anything I can't do? I've done all the naughty things like sewing buttons for you. It's for my son. There's nothing I can't do." Sherlock looked at Watson with a ghostly look, but he soon felt relieved. There was really nothing in the world that John Watson wouldn't do, as long as it was for Holmes. He did what he said, and the next day Watson went to the supermarket with an expressionless face and bought yarn for a sewing box. The color was beautiful red, which was Hamish's favorite. He even bought yarn in the color of a teddy bear for crocheting to make the sweater look better. Mrs. Hudson was not surprised at all when Watson came to see her and said he wanted to learn to knit a sweater. She happily taught Watson how to do it without even teasing him. Usually, a man who studies medicine is not too stupid, so it didn't take much time for the ingenious doctor to learn to knit a sweater. However, the detective who knew about this would always feel his nerves jump involuntarily when he heard his partner mutter while knitting a sweater on the sofa every day. "This is the esophagus, stomach and small intestine. Well, the small intestine also has the duodenum, jejunum, ileum and cecum. Well, the appendix is the bear's tail..." Just like that, half a month has passed, and Christmas is coming again this year. Hamish is an optimistic child, and he quickly forgot about the sweater incident, so when his dad told him that he could get a very satisfactory gift, little Hamish was really curious. He went to bed early that night, just to know what his dad had given him early in the morning. Himself, oh, regarding Santa Claus, Hamish understood very early that it was just a beautiful story. But in little Hamish's heart, regardless of whether Santa Claus is real or not, he still loves Christmas, because no matter how busy he is at this time, everyone will get together. It snowed on the morning of Christmas Day. Hamish was the first one to get up in the family. He put on his furry slippers and went downstairs to the living room to open gifts. The first thing was the red box, which was the color given to him by his father. He opened the gift gently, his blue eyes widening. It was a beautiful sweater! There are four teddy bears on it, the tall one with curly hair is Dad, the dark-blond one in an apron is Dad, the one with dimples is brother, and the smallest one is me, gathered around the fireplace, looking very happy. The beautiful little boy's eyelids were a little red. He sniffed, hugged the sweater and went to Watson's room. His father and daddy hadn't woken up yet. He stood on tiptoes and kissed his daddy on the cheek. When he saw the other party calling him in confusion, he only showed a shy and happy smile. "Merry Christmas, Daddy!"