Brennan's at the kitchen table, staring at the woman sitting across from her. She narrows her eyes and shifts on the cushion, studying this woman as if she was a set of human remains on an exam table.
Booth, who's sitting in the chair beside his partner, rests a hand on her thigh and gives her a quick glance before turning back to the blonde-haired woman in front of them. "Thanks for your time, Ms. Martin, we'll be in touch."
Ms. Martin nods and stands up. "It was lovely meeting you both. Children are blessings from God, so if I don't turn out to be who you're looking for, I hope you find that special someone." She smiles and leaves.
He waits until he hears the click of the door before he speaks. "So what'd ya think, Bones?" He laughs, already knowing the answer.
She shakes her head. "Definitely not."
He groans. "Three days, twelve possible nannies, and you don't like one, I mean, not a single person?"
"This person is going to be responsible for taking care of our children, Booth. I'm sorry if I'm being particular." She stands up and walks over to the sink. She opens the dishwasher and begins to load it.
"You just don't want the kids in anyone else's care, so you're subconsciously avoiding making this decision. Admit it, Bones. No one is gonna be good enough for you…for them."
"I hate psychology," she grumbles. She slams the dishwasher door shut and presses the button forcefully.
"C'mon, there's gotta be someone we interviewed that you even remotely think would be capable of caring for our kids. It's not like you won't be here most of the day, but you do deserve to leave the house once in a while, even if it is just to go get the mail."
She turns to face him and gives him a nod. "I'll look at the applications once more."
"Thank you. That's all I'm asking." He smiles and waits for her to join him at the table once again.
She sits down and sighs. She picks up the top application from the pile and reads through it again.
He stays silent, watching her sift through the applications for what feels like the millionth time, trying to gauge her reaction to each.
Suddenly her expression changes completely. Her eyes brighten slightly and a smile forms on her face. She sets the application in front of Booth and taps it with the tip of her index finger. "She's the one."
He lifts the paper and looks more closely at it. "Dr. Miranda Wilson…I remember her. She reminded me of my grandma…sweet old lady."
"She has a doctorate in early childhood development, has thirty plus years experience caring for children under the age of six, and has raised five children of her own, including one set of twins. I have this…feeling about her. She's the one."
"A feeling, huh? Mother's intuition?"
"I do not believe in intuition of any kind, maternal or otherwise, Booth, but yes…a feeling." She pauses. "Dr. Wilson was also very friendly and she comes highly recommended by her previous employers." She smiles.
"Well, okay, then, Bones, looks like we found our nanny." He pauses. "Now, that wasn't so hard, was it?" He smiles, standing up and taking the application over to the phone.
"It was actually rather difficult, Booth. Choosing someone to care for your children should never be an easy process."
"I know."
"What's your gut telling you? Do you agree with my choice?"
He tweaks an eyebrow, completely taken aback by her question. He blinks, just staring at her.
"Booth?"
He shakes his head. "My gut's telling me we should go ahead and make this phone call." He glances down at the paper and dials the phone number. He talks to the older woman for a few minutes before hanging up. "She's good to start tomorrow, despite the short notice."
She nods. "I'm relieved that we found someone."
He walks over to the table and sits back down. "Me too, Bones." He lifts his hand to her face and traces the curve of her cheek with his fingertips as he leans in for a kiss.
She scoots to the edge of the chair and rests her hand on his, which he placed on her leg, holding it while she kisses him back.
He finally separates from her to catch his breath and smiles at her. "Let's go get the kids ready for bed."
She nods and stands up.
He glances at the stack of applications and picks them up. "Guess we don't need these anymore." Thank God, he thinks, dropping them in the recycling bin. He rejoins his wife and partner at the table, holding out his hand.
She takes it, intertwining their fingers. She leans into him and smiles. "I suppose we don't." She squeezes his hand and the two of them head for the staircase.