[Comprehensive] Curly detective fancy strategy

However, if Sherlock dared to despise the child he worked so hard to give birth to, hehe, Helen snorted twice in her heart, she would definitely not let him go.

"If life deceives you, don't be depressed, don't be angry, and restrain yourself temporarily when things don't go your way. Believe, happy days will come."

At night in bedroom 221b, Helen was lying on the big bed, stroking her stomach and reciting poems to her child.

No, it should be about reciting poems, Helen is a moving library of literature.

Because both her mother and father loved literature, their family had a large collection of books, and her parents had read them to her. Helen remembered them after listening to them, and she couldn't forget them even if she wanted to.

"Are you reading poetry to him?"

Sherlock came to bed in his silk pajamas after a shower, just in time to hear Helen's voice asking.

"That's right, I'm giving him prenatal education." Helen said slightly proudly.

Sherlock, who was fully prepared to be a good father, naturally understood what Helen said.

However, he sneered and said: "Why is my child's prenatal education actually useless literature?"

Although Sherlock is not so repulsive to literature because of Helen, he has also dabbled in some, and indeed appreciates the passionate emotions contained in it.

However, Sherlock admits that it's not pointless and just a waste of brain memory, but Sherlock still doesn't agree how useful it is.

As soon as Sherlock said this, she immediately got a cold look from her wife.

Although Helen herself doesn't like literature, she doesn't allow others to say that her parents like literature so much.

After Shylock said the words, he also had a bad feeling. He reminded himself in his heart before, just think about it in his heart, and don't say it in front of Helen, but he didn't expect him to ignore it for a while. Keep your mouth shut.

"Ahem, so, Helen, why don't you read my deductive method to him?"

Sherlock cleared his throat, tactfully avoided the subject, and asked while sitting beside Helen.

"Use this as prenatal education, okay?" Helen looked at Sherlock suspiciously and asked.

Helen's words and demeanor greatly stimulated Sherlock, and he retorted with a tense face: "Is there anything more suitable for him than his father's writing?"

"But, he's just a child, Sherlock, it seems that John can't understand it?"

Helen couldn't help but hesitated, she didn't want to hit Sherlock either.

"Oh, Helen, you actually compare my child's IQ with John's?"

Sherlock drew a long tone, as if Helen had said something that was extremely offensive and unacceptable to him.

"Sherlock, you have to know, if he inherits my IQ..."

Helen didn't continue to say the rest, and let Sherlock experience it for himself.

Sure enough, Helen's words made Sherlock frowned fiercely. Although Helen is not stupid, her IQ is only at the level of normal people.

"No, as long as he is my child, he will understand." Sherlock said firmly to Helen.

Regarding Sherlock's honeyed self-confidence, Helen was really speechless.

"Sherlock, even if he inherited your IQ, he is still just a fetus." Helen said to Sherlock a little weakly.

"Even if it is a fetus, he must understand it. Education must start from the stomach."

Sherlock didn't care about Helen's words, he slightly curled his lips and said.

Helen: "..." Sherlock, you are really enough.

"What if the child doesn't like deduction? Do you want him to inherit his father's career? What if he doesn't like the profession of detective?"

Helen felt that Sherlock seemed to have imagined everything too beautifully, and she needed to vaccinate him.

Every time Helen raised a question, Sherlock couldn't help frowning, until finally his brows could be knotted.

Sherlock never thought about these things.

In his imagination, his child must be the best, and everything must be in line with his wishes.

Now Helen exposed all these things that Sherlock couldn't see before his eyes, making Sherlock's face ugly.

How could his children not like the profession of consulting detective?Sherlock rejects this possible hypothesis, not even allowing it to exist.

Helen could see the entanglement in Sherlock's heart, she couldn't help holding his hand and said softly: "Sherlock, what do children like, we are enlightened parents, we will give them freedom, right? We won't force them To choose the careers we want them to do, right?"

Sherlock listened to Helen's words, because he himself is a person who will never turn back after going his own way. After becoming a father, he can't become the kind of person he hates the most.

It's just that, after thinking about it, if my future child likes literature and becomes a poet, the picture would be terrifying to Sherlock.

Sherlock still couldn't help staring at Helen's stomach, and secretly threatened in his heart: You better not make me look crooked!

Otherwise, Sherlock, the father-to-be, would try to deal with him differently.

Helen saw Sherlock frowning and staring at her belly seriously, but she couldn't help but chuckle.

Sherlock's appearance was so cute, but it made her heart soften and ache.

"Sherlock, he'll be the best no matter what, and we'll all love him the same, won't we?"

Helen stretched out her hand to smooth the wrinkles between Sherlock's brows, and she couldn't help but kissed Sherlock's cheek.

Helen's words and actions calmed Sherlock down very well. He stretched out his hand to hold Helen's little hand on his face, and put it in his palm to play with: "This is the truth, what's the point? Doubt?"

Sherlock's words warmed Helen's heart. Maybe compared with other men, Sherlock didn't think so much, and he wasn't as thoughtful, but his heart must be the most sincere and pure.

Sherlock and Helen slept in each other's arms. Now that Helen's stomach is getting bigger, she can only lie on her side, so that she can sleep more comfortably.

Sherlock put one hand on Helen's stomach and stroked her lightly, feeling the movement of the baby in her belly.

He firmly protected Helen's body with his other hand, never relaxing even in his sleep.

John and Mary are going to tidy up their new home, temporarily put the little princess in 221b, and ask Helen to take care of them for a day.

For this task, Helen was very happy.After all, she and Sherlock are about to welcome the arrival of a newborn, and taking care of Rosa will allow them to familiarize themselves with their responsibilities as parents in advance.

"Sherlock, Rosa is crying, is it because you are holding her in the wrong way?"

Helen really wanted to hug Rosa herself, but seeing her with a big belly, Sherlock was very worried, so naturally this important task was entrusted to him.

But Rosa kept crying in Sherlock's arms, which made Helen's heart ache, and she couldn't help asking worriedly.

When Sherlock took the limp creature in his arms at first, he was so scared that he almost threw her out.

In the end, under the distrustful eyes of Watson and Mary, he forcibly suppressed the impulse in his heart, stiffened his body and hugged Rosa.

After hearing Helen's words, Sherlock immediately refused to accept it: "How is it possible? My posture is a fairly standard hug method. She must be hungry."

After Helen heard Sherlock's words, she thought it made sense, and hurriedly said, "Then I'll make milk powder for her."

However, before Helen could take a few steps, she suddenly heard Sherlock's exclamation behind her.

This couldn't help but startled Helen, she turned her head quickly, only to see Sherlock's face was extremely smelly, and at the same time, she also smelled a strange smell.

"Sherlock, what's the matter?"

As Helen walked over, she had a vague guess in her heart.

"She changed the diaper." Sherlock said to Helen with a dark face.

But Helen looked at the shiny yellow thing on Sherlock's arm, and she couldn't help but burst out laughing.

Helen's laughter irritated poor Sherlock even more, making his face even more ugly.

Helen really couldn't bear to see Sherlock in such a mess, she hastily said softly, "Come on, Sherlock, give me the child, and go change your shirt."

Helen reached out to take Rosa from Sherlock's arms, but Sherlock didn't hand it to her.

Facing Sherlock's distrustful gaze, Helen could only smile helplessly and said, "It's just holding a baby. I'll change her diaper soon, and there won't be any problem."

In the end, Sherlock handed the child to Helen with half-belief, because he really couldn't bear to have such a pile of things on his clothes.

After Sherlock went into the room to change clothes, Helen finally couldn't help laughing out the laughter that she had been suppressing before.