A very unexpected laugh from the kitchen greeted John as he entered his flat. He wandered towards it, and as he did, he heard Astrid's voice saying something that sounded very much like but he hoped it wasn't "John 'Three Continents' Watson?"
Shit. was his first thought. Shortly followed by Who?, answered almost immediately by Harry.
He walked into the kitchen only seconds later, greeted by the sound of Astrid's giggles and the sight of she and Harriet Watson at the for-once-not-covered-in-experiments kitchen table, Harry with one of John's beers from the fridge. "Which three continents would that be then, Dad?" Astrid teased.
John was mortified. Leave it to Harry (who he had deceived himself into thinking didn't even know about his nickname) to tell his teenage daughter about his sexual conquests.
He stood there, blinking in shock and mouth hanging slightly open, for what felt like hours but was probably only 30 seconds or so. It might have been an hour. However long it was, it was more than long enough to get Harry tickled pink.
Well, maybe the alcohol helped a little.
The look on his face only made Astrid laugh harder. She was barely breathing at this point, practically convulsing from the perceived hilarity.
"Harry. What. The. Bloody. Hell."
"Hey Johnny boy. I just came by to meet your gorgeous little girl. We've had a lovely afternoon bonding."
"Aunt Harry took it upon herself to give me blackmail." Astrid's grin defied the laws of physics and human anatomy. "She said I might need it. So, which three continents would that be again?"