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redroomreflections · 7 months ago

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The Loud House Chapter 1

Natasha Romanoff x Fem!Reader

Note: I am only uploading the first chapter here and the rest will be on A03

Summary: Natasha and Reader are happily married with a family that rivals the Brady bunch. Both moms have to adjust to married life with six children, a new space, parents living with them, and teenage woes - based on the family from It’s Christmas

A road trip can make or break even the strongest of relationships. For you and Natasha, it certainly tested the limits. Five children, one car, and ten hours of road ahead of you were daunting in the beginning. Two of the children were barely potty trained - one of them being in diapers the entire time. Another decided that she couldn’t hold her bladder for more than three hours at a time. A teen who wanted to take selfies at every single rest stop and a five-year-old who wanted to interact with truck drivers. It tested your patience more often than not. Surprisingly those were the good times. Ten hours on the road turned into sixteen. Still, you didn’t complain. It’s the first time in weeks you’ve all been together this long. As you look at Natasha, noticing her eyes light up, you realize how good this will be for your family. You think about how good it’s been so far. Neither of you was on a time crunch and seeing the excitement on your children’s faces was like no other.

Your first road trip as a family and you’d made it. You’re just entering Cincinnati, Ohio and you’re beginning a new life.

“Oh, look, it’s the first of many signs,” Cara turns her phone out towards the street. She presses it against the window, whispering to herself about being in “Bumfuck, Ohio.”

“Hey!’ You scold her from two rows up. “There are little ears back there.”

“I’m sorry,” She says sheepishly. She lowers her phone, no doubt talking to one of her friends, as she continues to describe what she sees.

“Why are we in Bumfuck?” Charlie casually repeats what her older sister said. “I thought we're going to Cicin-canti?” She wonders aloud.

“Language,” Natasha sighs. The silence of the car ride is seemingly broken. They’re getting restless and so are you. “We are moving to Cincinnati.”

“Same place,” Cara mutters. She raises her hand in mock surrender when Natasha turns to look at her. “I’m just saying it doesn’t look too exciting.”

“Well, it can be.” You stop at a traffic light. In your rearview mirror, you can see Melina, Natasha’s mother, trailing behind you in Natasha’s Audi S8. A car she barely trusted the woman to take. After a lot of convincing and kissing, Natasha agreed to let her mother drive it. “Stay positive. It might do you some good right now.”

The car ride continues in silence. You pull onto your street, searching for the familiar address, driving by houses that are larger than life. A bit larger than you’re used to that’s for sure. Children are playing in the street, Charlie presses her face against the window to watch them as you continue past at a leisurely pace. The grass is green here. Full yards. Empty pathways. Everything was entirely different from the hustle and bustle of New York City.

Finally, you pull up to the driveway of your home. You can hear gasps, and even a whine from behind you, as you put the car in park. You unbuckle your seatbelt, flashing Natasha a smile, as you both exit the car. The engine of the 2018 GMC Acadia goes dead. You make sure to pocket the keys.

You look around. The moving truck should have been here by now. You open one side of the car door simultaneously like Natasha. She takes one child out of their seat, while you take another. Paige stretches her little legs and body as soon as you set her onto solid ground. Luke, your six-month-old son, whimpers in Natasha’s arms as he awakens.

Melina parks next to you and rushes to exit so she can help.

“Oh, this is a beautiful place,” She smiles widely as she greets you.

“Yeah, Mommy, it’s huge!” James matches her smile as he looks up at the house.

“How much did something like this cost?” Alexei, Natasha’s father, asks in deep interest. He’s already inspecting the street and the other houses surrounding yours.

“2.1” You answer easily. You help Charlie and Cara out of the car next. Everyone needs fresh air and room to breathe. You brush down Charlie’s hair as everyone turns to view their surroundings.

“2.1? What is this 2.1?” Alexei tilts his head in interest. You sometimes forget he’s not American and wouldn’t always understand what you’re saying. Though you think he’s a bit in denial.

“2 million dollars, Deda,” Cara answers for him as she snaps pictures of her new home.

“Two million dollars?” Alexei chokes on his words. He grunts when Melina tells him to be quiet but he still can’t believe it. “You know what I can do with two million dollars? Where do you even get that kind of ?”

“Alexei,” Natasha steps around the car. She bounces a whimpering and sleepy Luke in her arms. “You and Melina are staying here because we want you to grow with the kids and we want them to know you. Please, just, not now.” She begs. She pats Luke’s back soothingly as he brings his fingers into his mouth to suck on them. He gives a gummy smile when Charlie begins to play peek-a-boo with him.

“I know the movers are supposed to be here,” You shake your head. You take your phone out of your pocket to view the time. “Like an hour ago. I have the keys so we can let ourselves in for now. Maybe take in what we have in the cars?” You suggest. Natasha nods. She’s thankful for a distraction.

“I have to pee!” James announces. “It’s urgent.” He says quickly as he crosses one leg over the other. You jump to cradle him in your arms, football style, as you race with him to the front door. You quickly unlock it before rushing through the house to the very first bathroom.

You help him to unbutton his jeans and get the toilet seat up. The rest he can do on his own. You go to stand outside of the bathroom in case he gets lost. You can hear the tinkle of pee and James stretching to flush the toilet.

“This house is big,” He says from behind the closed door. “ I like it, Mommy.” He opens the bathroom door with both hands. He peeks his head up at you. “There’s no soap.”

“Thank you for telling me,” You tap his nose. “I have sanitizer in the car for now,” You gesture back outside. “I can give you some of that and once we have all of our stuff we can clean them real good. How’s that sound?”

“Like a plan,” James grins before buttoning his pants. He runs past you to meet the rest of the family at the front door.

“Wow!” Charlie steps inside first followed by everyone else.

“It’s so big right, Charlie?” James looks for his sister’s approval. Charlie nods as her eyes try to take everything in.

It is a pretty big house. Seven bedrooms. Nine bathrooms. Ten thousand square feet. More than enough room for all of you.

Cara is the last kid to step in, her face too engrossed in her cell phone, to take everything in. You walk over to her, a polite tap on her arm, she looks up at you with questioning eyes.

“Can you put that away for a second?” You ask. She obliges though she isn’t too happy about it.

“Yes?” She says exasperatedly.

“How are you feeling?” You wave your hand to the foyer. She looks at the first two rooms. The one on her left is a study, for you, the one on the right, is a dining room.

“It looks good so far,” She shrugs. “Can I see my room? I do get my room right?”

“Of course you do,” You wrap your arm around her shoulder to walk further into the house. “It’s one of the main reasons we wanted to move. To have more room for you all. Something just for you.”

Cara nods, not offering more opinion, as you lead her to the first staircase. Natasha seems to be showing everyone around the house.

“Charlie, James, Paige, and Luke will be upstairs,” You nod towards the staircase. “Now, your bedroom will be downstairs.” You can see the way her eyes light up. “There is an in-law suite down there as well which is where your grandparents will be sleeping but… you’ll have privacy.” You lead her down the stairs to the finished basement. There’s a family room, a rec area, and a home theater. Something you think Cara and her friends will be using quite often. “Mama and I wanted you to feel like you have a say in a lot of the decorations so we kept everything blank.” You open the bedroom door and Cara practically bounces in excitement.

“Mom,” Cara steps into her brand new bedroom for the first time.“I get my own bathroom too? Oh my God!” She squeals. “I can have a huge bed right? Anything I want?”

“Anything you want,” You answer. You feel elated that she’s showing interest in this move for the first time.

“Ohh, wait until I call Kelsey and Jenna, can I?” She raises her phone to type in a number before she looks to you for permission.

“Go ahead, I’ll be upstairs with Mama.” You inform her before leaving her to marvel over her new space. You weren’t lying. A big reason you all moved from the four-bedroom brownstone to this one. That and you wanted to experience something different. Why not Ohio? You’re walking back upstairs, you can hear the pounding of little feet on the third floor, and you’d rather not investigate. You find Natasha in the kitchen, feeding Luke a bottle of milk, as she leans against the counter. She lifts her head to smile at you. You kiss her forehead, tickling Luke’s stomach, with another kiss on Natasha’s cheek.

“Is she happy?” Natasha asks. She’s always so concerned. About every single one of your children.

“She is,” You answer. You can see her visibly relax at your words.“I think it will take some time.” You match Natasha’s stance. “For all of us. I’m excited. This is what we wanted. For our kids to have a place to play, to feel safer, to not be on top of each other.” You sigh. This is the right thing to do. “As for me, I’m kind of upset that the movers aren’t here because we’ll be eating and sleeping on the floor until they do.” You check your phone again for any messages.

“Consider it a sleepover,” Natasha slips the bottle from Luke’s lips. He grunts in frustration but soon quiets down once Natasha holds him upright. She pats his back firmly, hoping to receive a burp and he doesn’t disappoint. “Charlie will gladly help you set up. Air mattresses and all.” You snort. Last time you allowed Charlie to help she took over the entire operation. For a seven-year-old, she can be incredibly bossy.

“I love you,” Natasha says suddenly. Your eyes fly to hers and you smile.

“I know,” You say. “I love you too.”

“How much?” She raises a brow.

“More than Cara loves her phone” You joke and Natasha moves her head. “More than Paige loves ice cream, Charlie and her skates, and more than James and his dinosaurs all rolled into one.”

“Seems like a lot,” Natasha ponders. “Maybe once we’re all set up you can show me?”

“I’d love to,” You kiss her again as a promise for later. Luke grunts between you not okay with being squished. “I’m sorry, little guy, your Mama is hot.”

Luke simply drools on his chewed fingers. His eyes leave yours to find something behind you. Natasha turns to view three children flying down the steps, Paige almost tripping on her own feet, before she uprights herself. Your eyes widen. Maybe it’s time for a reminder on why not to run down those.

“Is there more house?” James runs to you to grab at your pants legs. He points in the direction of the backyard and you nod. There’s more of the house for them to see. “Let’s go see.”

Natasha follows with Paige holding onto her hand while holding Luke in her other hand. You keep a very bouncy James in check as you all step onto the patio. James can’t believe his eyes at what he sees. Yes, the pool is nice. It’s magnificent even. He’s more focused on the basketball court about fifty feet away from the pool. It’s painted purple and gold. Laker’s colors that you don’t care for.

“I can play here!” James runs over to the court. He begins his own game of hopscotch. “Mama, can I play?”

“You sure can,” Natasha yells back. She lets go of Paige’s hand for a second and you can see where things will go wrong. Paige toddles over to the pool, kneeling before it, to reach her hand in and touch the water. Though she can swim you’re not quite in the mood to get her out of the pool. You kneel next to her to hold onto the back of her shirt. “We have to get a gate.” Natasha muses out loud. You nod in agreement.

“Where are Alexei and Melina?” You ask.

“I sent them to the store for food and supplies,” Natasha answers. She watches as Charlie and James engage in a game of tag. “An entire list and my Amex. Should give them a bit more time to explore on their own.”

“Sounds good,” You carry Paige in your arms now. “I know baby you love the pool and maybe tomorrow we can swim. Not today.”

Paige whines but lets it go quickly. She wiggles out of your arms to follow her older siblings around the basketball court. Their giggles are like music to your ears. Children playing, running around, being themselves. You can’t imagine anything better than this.

“Mom? There’s no signal here.” Cara steps out of the house from the door leading to the basement.

“Everything will be set up later,” You remind her. “Security, cameras, internet. All of it will be done by the end of this week for sure.”

“So, what am I supposed to do?” Cara pouts.

“Play with your siblings, you have four,” You gesture to the other kids. “Hang out with your moms. Unpacking is fun. Right?” You chuckle at her face. “Explore the neighborhood. Maybe you’ll find a cute boy.” Cara’s lips quirk at the idea but she doesn’t respond.

“Hey,” She grins. “We have all this space. Can we get a dog?”

“Oh no, no, no, no dogs.” Natasha immediately shuts that down.

“A dog?” Charlie stops her playing to participate in the conversation. “I want a dog. Like the one on Fuller House.” She comments. “Mama can we ?”

“Dog?” Paige echos.

Natasha looks to you for backup and you can’t back her up on this one. You’d like a dog too. Maybe not in the near future but soon. Natasha sighs. She won’t be winning this one.

“If we get a dog I’m going to be responsible for it,” Natasha argues. “I will be the one taking them on walks, playing with them, feeding them. May I remind you what happened to Gordon the hamster?” She says and each child avoids her gaze. “You guys lose interest in things rather quickly. A dog is a living being.”

“I promise we will take care of it,” Cara begs. “If we make a chart and divide the responsibilities. If I don’t you can take away my allowance for six months.”

Natasha narrows her eyes.

“A year,” She counters.

“Eight months?” Cara responds. “And I learn Russian?” She throws that in and you know Natasha is sold. You are incredibly proud of her negotiation skills.

“In a few months once we’re settled we will discuss one dog,” Natasha raises a finger to stop their excitement. “One dog. Singular. A breed we all agree on. Maybe a rescue? Older. More mellow. Mommy and I have already changed enough diapers.” She alludes to Luke’s and Paige’s diapers.

“I don’t wear diapers all the time,” Paige says indignantly. “I wear big girl panties now, Mama.” Paige frowns.

“That’s right you do,” Natasha praises her for her progress.

“Speaking of, how about we go and collect everything from the car.” You round up the kids to get everything together. They have loads of energy and you might as well put them to work.

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The kids turn out to be a huge help. They take bags from the car and place them one by one in the living room. When you’re done, Melina and Alexei, have returned and you take more bags into the house.

“Baby gates,” Alexei announces. “I think with little ones and stairs it will be no good.” He shows you the box of brand new gates to be installed.

“Wow, thanks, Alexei,” You’d forgotten about the idea of either of the little Romanoffs taking the stairs. “Did you bring the tools?” Alexei’s smile leaves his face. “It’s fine. I’ll do Instacart for something to be delivered within the next couple of hours. You go rest. Let Natasha show you guys your suite.”

“Suite?” Alexei questions. “A big one?”

“Pretty big.” You laugh at his giddiness. You’re pulling random new items from the trunk of the car when a stranger approaches you.

A tall woman with deep brown skin and brown eyes. She looks nice enough.

“Hello, Neighbor,” She greets you and offers a smile. “It’s so nice to see you again. We met before, during the open house, I’m Lacy Houston.” You don’t quite remember her but you’re sure you will. She extends her hand for you to shake and you do. “It’s so nice seeing you move in. It’s about time we get a bit of diversity around here.”

Her comment stops you in your tracks. What did she mean by that?

“I just mean I’ve seen your big family,” Lacy quickly covers up. “I envy people who can do it. Kids running around. I have one and I think even he’s a handful.”

“We manage,” You look back to the trunk of your car.

“I’m sure you do,” Lacy’s voice dips lower. “You look very in shape for someone that has given birth recently.” She looks to the baby gates. “How old?”

“He’s six months,” You don’t care to correct her on whether or not you gave birth to him. From the corner of your eye, you can see Natasha approaching. “This is my wife, Natasha.” You watch Natasha’s green eyes give the woman a once over. There’s no doubt she could take her.

“Your wife,” Lacy smiles. It’s fake and you can see right through it. “I don’t think we’ve met. I’m Lacy.”

“Nice to meet you, Lacy…” Natasha cuts her eyes to you. She’s trying to figure out who exactly this woman is.

“Our new neighbor,” You supply and Natasha is a bit surprised.

“Right, our neighbor, lovely to meet you.” Natasha takes Lacy’s hand to give it a firm shake.

Charlie chooses that very moment to come out and interrupt your conversion.

“Mama, Cara says I can’t get my room painted pink. Can I?” Charlie looks at her expectantly.

“You can paint it whatever you want, Charlotte,” Natasha bends down to kiss her head. “Don’t listen to Cara.”

“What a beautiful name,” Lacy compliments. “For such a pretty little girl. You look like your other mother. Same eyes and everything.” Lacy waves a hand between the two of you.

Charlie presses herself into Natasha’s front, the redhead’s hands coming to rest on her shoulders, as Charlie looks up at the other woman.

“I’m adopted,” Charlie says. “What’s your name?” You almost giggle at the woman’s surprise.

“Lacy,” She answers.

“Do you have kids, Lacy?” Charlie asks.

“Miss,” You remind her.

“Miss Lacy, do you have kids?” Charlie rephrases her question with the appropriate title.

“One, my son, he’s six. Benjamin. We call him Benny for short.” Lacy looks back to her own home. “I don’t want to take too much of your time. It was nice meeting you all. Especially you Charlotte.”

“Bye,” Charlie waves to the woman as you watch her walk off. Charlie leaves you with Natasha in search of her siblings.

“I don’t like her,” Natasha says once you’re out of earshot.

“Be nice,” You shake your head. You take the remaining bag out of the trunk as Natasha follows behind you.

“I am being nice,” Natasha throws her hands up. “She wants you.”

“How can you tell in just five minutes of talking to her,” You don’t entertain the silly idea. Lacy was simply being nice. A little forward but she didn’t seem to mean any harm. You set the bags down in the foyer to look at your wife.

“I can tell,” That’s Natasha’s only response. “I’ll have my eye on her.”

“I don’t doubt that for a second,” You kiss her cheek. “What are we feeding these kids for dinner?” You open your phone to order the last few items you need to get you through tonight.

“McDonald’s,” Natasha suggests and you stop typing. Did Natasha “my children will not eat that slop” Romanoff just offer to get the kids fast food? “Unless you feel like cooking.” You shake your head. “I think we can let it slide one night.” She doesn’t like the idea but cooking was not an option tonight.

McDonald’s it is.

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Once baby gates are put up, doors are locked, and food is delivered everyone sits on the floor of the living room to eat. Sheets are set onto the floor to keep the mess contained in one area. Natasha sits with Luke in between her legs as she sits to eat. Charlie is dipping her nuggets into honey barbecue sauce, while you help Paige open her apple slices.

“Mama, what’s this?” She gestures to the tiny sauce given with her happy meal. She dunks her finger into the open container before bringing the substance closer to her eyes.

“Caramel,” You answer. “You’ve had caramel before.”

“I don’t think so,” Paige scrunches her nose before tasting it on her fingers. “Oh! It’s good.”

“I told you,” You bite into your chicken sandwich.

“She’s a very picky eater,” Melina mentions. “I think it’s good she tries new things even when she’s like that.”

“It’s been a battle,” You say. “A long one.” You hand Paige her apples. She takes them happily.

“Hey, what’s my school like?” Cara asks.

“Ohh,” You nod. You could talk about that easily. “It’s really good. Pre- K through 12th grade so you all will be attending. The curriculum is right where we want it to be in terms of learning and its focus. They have a study abroad program in the upper school, sports, clubs, everything that we think you’d love. We can go on tour on Monday if you’d like.”

“Cool, cool,” Cara nods. “Is it preppy? We have to wear a uniform right?”

“Most days,” Natasha answers. “They have a dress-down thing several times a month.”

You both know it will certainly be an adjustment going from dressing however you want to wear a uniform.

“I do school too?” Paige drops her apple onto the blanket but quickly picks it up to push it into her mouth.

“Yes, for five days a week. Mornings,” Natasha dips her fries. “You will go to pre-k and then Mom and I will be there to pick you up.”

“I have friends?” Paige smiles. “And homework?”

“Let’s hope they don’t have homework.” You laugh at her excitement. Give it a few years and she won’t be so excited.

“Do you pay for this private school?” Alexei asks. “For each child?”

“Yes,” You answer. “Though it’s nothing we can’t afford.”

“Your job as district attorney pays that much?”

“It pays decently,” You shrug. “I also have investments and forms of income that set me up quite well. Natasha’s income also.” You won’t go into much detail with him but you’re both very well off. Sending your kids to private school wasn’t going to break the bank.

“And if they want to stop being private?” Melina asks. “Is that an option? These schools are very strict, no?”

“Yes, they can.” Natasha looks at each of the kids. “Public school is always on the table. I won’t push them to do something they don’t want.”

“You make us have a bedtime every night,” James reminds, causing everyone to laugh.

“I do but that’s because you’re a grumpy little guy in the morning,” Natasha reaches over to poke his belly. “We get angry James if he doesn’t sleep.”

“Angry James, angry Charlie, angry Paige, angry Cara…” You list off. “All of you need sleep.”

“Does that mean bedtime soon?”

“Bedtime for all of us,” You stretch. “For now, let’s say one thing we’re excited about living here. Does that work?”

“I’ll go first,” Natasha dusts her hands free of any crumbs. “I’m excited to see the kids grow here. I’m excited to raise them outside of New York. So they can see how I grew up. It’s a wonderful place.”

“I’m excited also to see the kids grow up here,” You say. “I’m also excited about my new job. For our new endeavors and whatever life brings for us.”

“I’m excited to paint my room,” Charlie is next.

“I’m excited to play on the basketball court,” James points to the backyard.

“I am happy to spend time with my daughters and grandchildren,” Melina says.

“I am looking forward to being with family too,” Last to go is Cara and she seems a bit reluctant. She wasn’t very excited to be here.

“Okay, okay,” She shakes her head. “I’m excited about my new bedroom, for new adventures. Also, to reinvent me. It could be fun.”

“Thank you, Cara,” You say sincerely. “We are happy that all of you are trying.”

“Bath time!” Natasha shouts. “Last one to throw away their trash and get to the bath is a rotten egg.” She takes Luke first and the rest of the children follow. This leaves you and the grandparents to clean up.

“I’m delighted you guys stayed,” You say to Melina as you walk with her to the trash. “Natasha is really happy you’re here too.”

“We are glad to be here,” Melina holds the trash can open for you.

“I have to go and help with bathtime,” You sigh. “You and Alexei can keep exploring the house or whatever it is you guys want. Movers should be here in the morning. Thank you, Melina.” You nod to her again before leaving the kitchen to find Natasha.

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Bath time takes two hours. You clean and scrub each child, dress them in pajamas, and send them on their way into the living room. You and Natasha take separate showers quickly before going to your side of the living room to sleep. Only, you can’t. You’re too wound up. Natasha who’s lying next to a sleeping Luke turns over so that she’s facing you.

“Can’t sleep?” She opens her eyes to find you looking back at her.

“No,” You admit with a whisper. You raise your head to see if everyone else is. They’re out like lights. “Come with me.” You say and Natasha makes sure Luke won’t cry before she meets you in the master bedroom. It’s the only bedroom on the second floor. You close the door behind you just as Natasha steps into it.

She lets out an uncharacteristic squeal before she wacks you.

“Ouch!” You rub at the sore spot on your shoulder.

“Don’t scare me you jerk,” She frowns in the darkness. You apologize by pulling her into your arms. You kiss along her neck and chest hoping to lead her to a wall. Instead, you both meet air which causes you to fall onto the ground with her on top of you. She giggles before placing both hands beside your head to get a good look at you. “Hi.” She whispers.

“Hi back,” You wiggle under her. “How are you feeling?”

“Nervous,” Natasha breathes. “Afraid. Excited.”

“Me too,” You push her hair over her shoulders.

“Are we doing the right thing?” She bites her lip nervously.

“I think we are,” You place your hands on her hips. You can feel the heat of her core on your stomach through her sleep shorts. Natasha looks down at your hand placement. You move your right hand to caress her thigh. “Do you think you can be quiet?”

“I know I can,” Natasha opens her legs a bit wider. “Can you?”

“Never been a problem,” You challenge as you massage just a bit closer to the place she wants you most.

“Well, show me then,” Natasha whispers as she leans over to kiss you softly. “I’ve missed you.”

“Mhmm, I’ve missed you too.” You raise your head to steal another kiss. “How do you feel about mirrors on the ceiling?” You ask suddenly.

Natasha looks down at you wide-eyed.

It’s not a terrible idea.

You slide your hand into her panties to feel how wet she is.

Here’s to new adventures.

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