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You guys had been too wrapped up in each other on the way up to the house that she hadn't properly taken it in until the driver was helping with the bags, and she took a moment while you thanked and tipped him to really peer up at the mansion in front of her. The water surrounded about half of it, tucking it into a corner, and the path up through the estate was cobbled. There was a smoother path down to where you had a couple of little boats, your gardeners buzzing around the property, mowing and attending the flowers and bushes, but the house itself never failed to stun you every time you got to visit.
There were two guest houses on the property, your workers sometimes crashed in one whenever they were too tired to drive home or wanted to get an early start so they could leave early the next day, and the other one was a bit bigger. That was where you did most of your recording and some of your writing sessions with other musicians.
"Whenever you're ready." You teased, going ahead to lead the way inside, and leaving the door open, but that seemed to do the trick, snapping her out of her trance to follow you and the driver inside with the luggage.
Your personal chef and housekeepers met you inside the foyer as instructed and you greeted each other with bright smiles.
"Welcome home, Miss Stark." Your chef, Antonio, smiled warmly and you thanked him before walking with all of them towards the kitchen to fill them in on instructions – it was going to be a lowkey month, no real parties or anything crazy, but you wanted to keep the place clean and kitchen stocked – this little meeting would leave Natasha to explore the place while the driver took your suitcases up to the master bedroom.
You could tell your girlfriend was still in a bit of shock, so you'd introduce her to them when she came around looking for you again.
"And you're still on a strict, lean diet, correct?" Antonio asked once you finished the schedule with the housekeepers.
"Um, yeah," You hesitated, "But she's not and I'm...less than last time I was here."
He nodded, seeming to understand, and it was obvious he was pleased, "Noted."
"I'll be taking care of breakfast though."
Now he seemed confused, "Is my menu not to satisfactory?"
"No, no, it's great, it's just..." You shrugged, "I kind of always dreamt of making breakfast for my future...um, I just – want to do it."
"There's like twelve bedrooms!" You heard her shout from down the hall, and you smiled to yourself, loving her excitement.
"Are you going to tell her it's actually sixteen?" Harry, one of the housekeepers, smirked, and you shot him a playful, warning look that said 'no and neither are you'.
"Babe, can you come to the kitchen for me, please?" You called back on a laugh, and she seemed to follow your voice, just now realizing you two weren't alone despite the driver leaving, even though she saw these three when you first got here.
"Oh, hi."
"Antonio, Harry, Beth," You gestured to them as you said their names, "This is Natasha Romanoff, my girlfriend, Natasha, this is our chef and housekeepers."
Beth raised her eyebrows at a certain term, but you didn't notice, and Natasha shook their hands.
"Nice to meet you."
"You as well, Miss Romanoff." Antonio said and the others mirrored it in slightly different ways.
"You can call me Nat." She assured and you shook your head.
"Don't bother – I've been trying to get them to call me something other than Miss Stark for ages, but they won't budge."
"It's informal." Harry told you both pointedly and you rolled your eyes.
