[Comprehensive British and American] The owner is not good

'Squeak! '

After a sound, everyone in the living room cast their eyes involuntarily, and the bedroom door was slowly pushed from the inside, revealing Watson holding the baby inside.

"Eh..." Beads of sweat were dripping from his forehead due to nervousness, Watson didn't know what to say, and couldn't help tightening his hand holding Severus slightly.

The black-haired baby was sitting in the doctor's arms, with his whole head buried in the latter's chest, only his furry head was exposed, and the doctor's sudden tightening of his hands also made the little guy a little uncomfortable.

"Ah!" The good-tempered little Sif did not cry at the beginning, but chose to remind Watson who was in a sluggish state.

"Doctor!" Dana nodded to the brown-haired man, greeted her, and then turned her gaze to the aunt next to her.

Mrs. Holmes has no time to care about other things now. Although she can only see the baby's back now, her intuition tells her that the next thing is very important to her.The sudden appearance of two people in the living room made Watson a little unnatural, but he still smiled politely at the latter, and then he cast his eyes on his cohabitant, trying to get an answer.

The curly-haired man looked at him for a second, without any expression on his face, and then looked away.

There must be something hiding it from him, Watson swears based on his experience with Sherlock for so long, otherwise the man with ridiculously high self-esteem in front of him would not have the look he has now.

Mrs. Holmes closely followed the black-haired baby, and her unusual behavior also attracted the three brothers next to her. Dana looked at the little guy in Watson's arms a little bit embarrassed, but Mycroft still had that smiling expression. Sherlock and Mrs. Holmes act the same way.

"Dell?" The formerly famous lady in London held her nephew's hand in a panic at this moment.

The hand was grabbed, and because of the great strength, there were even a few white marks. The severe pain came from the arm, but Dana still had that docile appearance. He comforted the worried Mrs. Holmes: "It's okay. ,aunt!"

"Ah puff!"

Severus lowered his small hands in Watson's arms. He turned around when he heard his father's voice behind him, and saw the lady on the sofa covering her mouth without blinking. There was a voice of doubt in the mist.

"Thank you, doctor!" Dana took over the rare black-haired baby who asked him to hug, and thanked Watson who had been glaring at Sherlock by the way.

"Um, no, this is what I should do!" Watson was a little unaccustomed to hearing the words of thanks at first, so he waved his hands quickly.

Dana nodded, then walked towards the sofa without saying anything else.Severus had been a little unhappy since Watson arrived in his arms, and now the most important thing for him was to go and comfort the little guy.

"Dell?"

On the sofa, Mrs. Holmes' attention was completely attracted by the black-haired baby. When she saw Dana walking over with the latter in her arms, she couldn't help shouting.

The gray-haired old butler was the same as her. When he saw Severus' face, he had already froze, looking at the black-haired baby in disbelief.

"Wright?" Mrs. Holmes reached out her hand to touch the black-haired baby's face after her nephew sat on the sofa, but stopped in mid-air hesitantly, calling the name of her husband's friend.

Old Sherlock Holmes and Wright Lawrence are best friends. Their relationship is a bit similar to the two brothers Dana and Holmes. They usually like to bicker when they have nothing to do. They are the first to stand up when encountering difficulties. Therefore, when Holmes knew that something happened to the Lawrences, Holmes The couple were also the first to arrive at the scene.

"This child is not the father, auntie!" The man carefully adjusted the black-haired baby's posture, and corrected his aunt's name with a little helplessness.

The hands were obediently placed on the chest. Although the sitting posture was still a bit awkward, it could still be considered comfortable.The black-haired baby sat obediently in his father's arms, allowing the latter to play with him. His dark eyes looked curiously at the woman in front of him who seemed to be about to cry.

"Pfft!" The little guy stretched out his hand and was about to touch him, but because his body was too young to grasp the strength, he fell into Dana's arms, as if he couldn't accept why he suddenly fell down and wondered Poof.

"What's his name?" Mrs. Holmes asked, looking up at Dana Lawrence.Her eye circles were slightly red, obviously very excited.

Perhaps she never dreamed that a baby so similar to her best friend would suddenly appear at this moment.

Dale was silent for a while, he didn't expect things to develop like this, but finally he chose to say: "Severus!"

"Severus Lawrence!"

As if to emphasize, he repeated his first and last name again.

The black-haired baby in his arms also heard his name, raised his head in doubt and found that nothing happened, and continued to cast his eyes on the very excited Mrs. Holmes.

"Ah!" The little guy yelled, trying to get the other party's attention. He had never seen the other party before, so he was a little curious at the moment.

"Ma'am!" The old butler took out a handkerchief from his pocket and handed it to Mrs. Holmes with a worried expression on his face.

"I'm fine, Abel." Mrs. Holmes did not refuse the housekeeper's kindness, and then explained again that she was not surprised. She looked at Severus with gentle eyes: "Are you calling me, sweetheart."

Apparently, she had automatically and consciously interpreted the word "ah" just now as a black-haired baby calling him.

The little guy tilted his head. He didn't understand what the other party was saying, but just looked at Mrs. Holmes with obsidian eyes.

Sherlock and Mycroft looked at each other, didn't say anything, they just tried their best to eliminate their own sense of existence, Holmes did it perfectly, and as for Sherlock——

Was stared at by Watson, who had come early and hadn't adapted to the sudden many people in the room.

"Sherlock, I think you have to explain to me why there are so many people in the room suddenly?" Watson quietly moved towards Sherlock, without any scruples at the moment when the other party heard his question Stiff face.

"They will go out in a while." The big detective rarely said anything else, but just explained silently.

But it was precisely this that made the always kind Dr. Watson suspicious.

Before waiting for the other party's response, Sherlock walked not far away on the sofa without paying attention, and Mycroft was also hiding there.

"You should tell me other things, such as their identities. I think I should have some right to know, after all, I am your co-tenant." Watson followed his footsteps, speaking quickly about his own doubts.In order to prevent him from making some impolite behaviors in the future, he felt that he had the right to know the identities of those people.

In fact, he succeeded.

But it was not Sherlock who answered his question, but Mycroft who sat silently aside.

"She's our mommy, doctor." Like the eldest son in every family, the man with power spoke of their mother proudly.

"Mommy?" Watson nodded first, and after a while, as if he had come to his senses, he asked in disbelief.

"Although she looks like a lady in her early 30s, she is indeed an old woman with two sons." Sherlock said coolly beside her.Mrs. Holmes is now nearly 50 years old, but her superior life and her own conditions make her much younger than her actual age.

"Uh, sorry."

"Don't mind, we're used to it." Mycroft said with a smile. He was wearing a black suit and sitting on a chair, looking like he was in an office.

Watson was a little nervous but not afraid. This kind of nervousness was similar to the vigilance of strangers.

On the sofa, Mrs. Holmes finally couldn't help asking Dana to hug Severus, and as it should be, Dana granted her.

Severus, who was busy playing with the buttons of his jacket, was transferred from his father's arms to Mrs. Holmes' arms.

Watson had a panoramic view of everything. He remembered his initial question and glanced at the two Holmes brothers next to him, hesitating to speak.

"What's the matter? Doctor." It was still Mycroft who found out that something was wrong with him, and asked a very considerate question.

When Sherlock heard the question, he raised his head from the phone and looked at Watson, his puzzled eyes flashed past.

"That..." Normally, Watson couldn't bear the look in Holmes' eyes, but now the power multiplied by 2 made him a little flustered.However, the doctor still raised his doubts seriously.

"Who is Wright?"

This is a question that has been buried in the subject's mind for a long time. Sherlock has been saying this name since he entered the door. Until now, the lady seems to be still saying something, which seems to have something to do with Mr. Lawrence's child.

Mycroft was taken aback by the question, as if he didn't expect such a question, he reflexively shifted his gaze to his younger brother on the ground, motioning for the latter to explain.

Sherlock didn't seem to notice this gaze, with a calm expression, and continued to invest in the phone.The meaning is obvious, he doesn't want to say this.

No, these can only be said by Mycroft.

"Wright is Dale's father, and Severus looks very similar to him. As for why Mommy is crying," Mycroft paused, and continued with Watson's slightly surprised eyes: "There are some Other relationships, but that's nothing."

Regarding the relationship between Holmes and Lawrence's two families, he doesn't think it's a good thing to tell others, even if the other party is likely to join the Holmes family's Christmas dinner this year.

Yes, Mycroft knew everything, including Sherlock and Watson's vague ambiguity.