Jo set her chin in the palm of her hand as she watched Aaron Hotchner clean the kitchen counter, letting little Carter cling to his leg as he moved. "So Aaron, I would like to ask you a question."
The older man nodded his head. "Sure."
"Before when it was snack time, Emily was having a conversation with Carter and then when Megan came over, Emily immediately picked up a conversation with her and ignored Carter."
Aaron sighed before nodding again, lifting Carter up off of the floor and into his arms. "She never means to ignore them."
Jo quickly shook her head. "No, I don't think she does."
The brunette man pressed a kiss to his son's head before looking to the nanny before him. "Megan was diagnosed with cancer at three months old. She's two years old and already a survivor."
Jo's eyes widened behind her glasses. "I didn't know that."
Aaron let out a breath. "Emily was just so overwhelmed with Megan's diagnosis, and when we realized she was going to be ok, she cried for days. She's just trying to get in all the time she missed while Megan was in the hospital."
The nanny nodded her head. "And in the process, she's ignoring the other children."
"She doesn't mean it."
Jo smiled. "No, I don't believe she was."
Emily walked into the kitchen with Megan and Greg on her hips, Jack at her side. "Hi."
Aaron made his way over to his wife and pressed a kiss to her lips. "How are you feeling?"
"I'm fine," the brunette huffed. She looked to the supernanny and smiled gently. "I'm sorry for leaving before."
Jo shook her head. "Don't worry about it. Today I'm just here to observe while you go on with your normal day, alright?"
Emily nodded. "Ok." She set Greg and Megan on a the island before leading Jack to the fridge. "What do you wanna drink, buddy?"
"Soda!"
The brunette shook her head. "Only two sodas a week, remember? You already had your two."
Jack looked up to his mother and stomped his feet. "Mom please!"
Emily sighed. "No Jack."
"Just this once!"
Emily took a water from the fridge before closing the door and handing it to her son. "Here." She made her way over to the stove, ignorning the annoyance in the nine year old's calling voice. "What do you want for dinner, Aaron?"
The older man shook his head, handing Carter a pepper. "Whatever you want. Want me to make it?"
"No that's ok." She rolled her shoulders. "If I make it, then it'll just make everything easieer."
Jo watched as the older man kissed his wife's cheek, everyone ignoring the huffs and puffs that continued to come from the nine year old. This family definitely could use some help.