Jo followed the newest family into the kitchen. She sat down on one of the bar stools, watching as the young brunette mother went to the fridge.

Emily gave a quick pat to her son's hair as she searched the fridge for a snack for him. "What do you want to have buddy?"

Carter gave a shrug of his shoulders. "I dunno."

"Well you're gonna have to pick something, sweetie." She looked down to him as he tugged on her pant leg. "Want an orange?"

Carter shook his head.

The brunette pursed her lips. "Ok, what about some yogurt?"

The small boy wrinkled his nose; he looked just like his father.

"What about an apple, huh? You and Meggy can share it."

Megan immediately perked at hearing her name and she ran over to her mother from her place in the doorway of the kitchen. "Mommy!"

Emily smiled down to her daughter and picked her up from the ground, hiking her up onto her hip. "You heard me say your name, didn't you? Do you want to share a snack with Carter?" She gave a small kiss to the two year old's forehead when she felt a nod.

Jo watched as the small boy closed the fridge door for his mother before quickly scrambling across the kitchen to be at her side.

Carter looked up to his mother, his hands hitting gently against her thigh. "Mommy?"

"Mommy's making your snack, Car. Go sit down at the table, ok?"

Jo fixed her glasses on her nose, watching as the young child sulked before walking over to the table and climbing on up onto a chair. Her eyebrows furrowed as she looked back to the young mother, seeing her smile and coo at the other twin in her arms. "Emily?"

The brunette woman turned her head to look at the woman sitting at the bar. "Yes?"

"Weren't you just talking with Carter?"

Emily slowly nodded her head. "Yes, but now I'm fixing his snack and talking with Megan. He's just gotta wait a second while I cut up the apples."

The suppernanny frowned when she saw the mother sit her youngest daughter down on the counter as she started to cut up the fruit. The brunette woman had immediately switched her attention to her other child without a second glance in the other direction.

Emily's head whipped around at the sound of a crash coming from the sitting room. "Kids? What was that?"

"Nothing!"

The brunette woman frowned as she set down the knife she had been cutting with, quickly scooping her daughter off of the counter and setting her to the ground. "Jackson Ryan Hotchner, what happened?"

Jo quickly stood from her seat, following the young mother into the next room only to hear silence.

Emily's hands came up to cover her gaping mouth, her eyes stinging with tears when she saw glass all over the floor. "What did you do?"

Aislyn looked up to her mother with sad eyes and immediately bent down to try and help clean up.

Emily immediately sank to her knees with a panicked scream, pulling her eldest kids into her arms and away from the mess. "Don't you touch that!" She felt tears running down her cheeks. "That is very dangerous."

Jo looked to the family on the floor before her. "What happened here?"

"We broke Papa's vase."

Aislyn looked past her mother's shaking shoulders and nodded. "Papa passed away."

Emily gave a small sniffle before nodding. "You guys go upstairs, ok? I'm gonna clean this up." She looked up when she heard the front door and watched as her husband stepped into the foyer. "Aaron."

Aaron Hotchner turned his head, frowning as he watched two of his children scurry up the stairs. "What's going on?" His gaze immediately softened when he saw his wife kneeling on the floor, glass shattered around her. "Emily?"

Emily smiled as best she could as her husband came down to kneel beside her. "You're home early. You're never home early."

"Emily what happened to the vase?"

The brunette gave a tired shrug of the shoulders, her voice cracking as she looked down to the present her father had given her. "They broke it." She grimaced as more tears continued to fall from her eyes. "They broke it, Aaron."

Aaron pressed a loving kiss to his wife's temple before helping her stand. "You go back to whatever you were doing, ok? I'm going to clean this up."

Emily shook her head, a small sob escaping her throat as Aaron's hands tightened lovingly on her elbows. "No, let me clean it up."

"Not a chance. Come on, sweetheart. Go back to what you were doing." He gently rubbed her back as she began walking away, and he held out his hand when he finally saw the supernanny standing beside him. "Hello, I'm Aaron."

"Jo." She squinted her eyes when the older man quickly pulled out a box from under the couch and began to put the broken vase pieces into it. "What exactly are you doing?"

The father of five shook his head. "This is my wife's prized possession. Its not getting thrown away."