Chaos. It was pure chaos these past two weeks and Willow honestly loved it. Bertha had moved in with the girls. Jenna was twelve and Lucy was eight. Bertha took the issue with her new living quarters in stride and had no problems staying in Willow’s home as she would be working ninety percent for Willow anyway. The girls did have a bit of trouble with the baby, though they seemed to be more concerned with school when Bertha was able to get them enrolled a few days after moving. Willow suggested the girls wait to adjust, but Bertha wouldn’t risk the girls getting behind. Having a houseful of people was something that Willow wasn’t accustomed to, but she loved it. There was always some drama or something going on that was the end of the world. Willow didn’t have that dynamic as she was an on
