Kenny Hawkins was determined to finish repairing several parts beneath his pickup. It had been about an hour since he started working on it and his son, Duck, attempted to assist him whenever he needed a specific tool.

"Duck," Kenny's voice was muffled, "Hand me the wrench, will ya'?"

"Wrench coming up!" The boy leaned over, scanning the toolbox. "Uhhh...I don't see it."

"It's there." Kenny knew to maintain a level of patience when it came to his son.

"I'm telling you, Dad– it's not here!"

"For Christ's sake." Kenny muttered, then spoke up, "Alright, check the back compartment of the box. It's gotta be there."

Duck didn't like to keep his dad waiting and without thinking, poured the tools out onto their driveway.

"Got it!" when Duck looked up, he saw his father watching him, slight amusement in his eyes.

"I-I'm sorry, Dad..."

The man took a breath and smiled, "It's alright. Let's get this mess cleaned up." he knelt down and began to put the tools away. Duck's eyes suddenly focused on a commotion across the street. "Dad..." the boy's voice trailed off. Kenny turned his attention to where Duck was pointing. The driveway of the house across from them had a moving van backing up.

"Well, I'll be damned." Kenny stood up and wiped the grease off his hands with a rag. As expected, he found his wife, Katjaa, working in her garden near the side of their house.

"Hon, I think there's a family movin' in next door. I'm headin' over to check it out."

The woman looked up, "Really? Oh my, I'll be right over."

The man nodded and turned, making his way across the street.

"I hope they have someone I can play with!" Duck exclaimed.

"We'll just have to go see now, won't we. Come on."

Duck and his father crossed the road, halting once they stepped on to the slickly paved driveway. The side door of the van was open and Kenny peered on the opposite side to see if the newcomer was anywhere around. Suddenly a figure stepped out from the rear, their face blocked by the piece of furniture they had; Kenny rushed over to offer assistance.

"Here, lemme help you with that."

"Thanks, man." the stranger grunted as they hauled the piece of furniture up off the ground.

"Duck, think ya' could get the door for us?"

"On it!" he ran up and eagerly opened the door, momentarily peering in at the clean wooden floor within. Kenny and the new neighbor set the armchair down in what seemed to be the dining room. The stranger's face was revealed once he lowered the furniture and Kenny was greeted by a tall dark man with a friendly smile and warm eyes.

"I reckon' today is moving day?" Kenny grinned.

The other man rubbed the back of his neck, "Yeah. It's not easy, I'll tell you that."

"I'll bet. Kenny Hawkins." he held out his hand.

"I'm Lee. Lee Everett." the two men shook hands, "I appreciate the help."

"No problem. Looked like you were about ready to throw your back out." Kenny joked. "Me and my family live across the street from you. This is my son, Duck."

Lee raised a brow. "Duck?"

"Nickname."

"Ah." the newcomer gave a small wave to Duck and the boy waved back. Lee chuckled, stepping back outside and standing on his front lawn, admiring Kenny's house.

"Duck, could you go find your mom?"

"Sure." the boy shrugged and trekked towards his own house.

"Look both ways before you cross the street!" Kenny hollered.

"I will, Dad!" Duck called back.

"So where ya' from?"

"Macon."

"Damn, that's one hell of a move."

"It's a nice change of scenery."

"Where's your crew?"

"Huh?"

Kenny gestured to the large moving van, "With all the stuff you've got, moving men get the job done. Unless you were plannin' to unload all this on your own."

Just as Lee was about to explain that they would arrive shortly and also mention it wasn't just him that would be residing there, he was interrupted by a young woman's voice. "Lee, we haven't even been here five minutes and you're already causing mischief with the neighbors."

Lee turned to see his wife walk up beside him, "Car, this is Kenny. He and his family live across from us."

Kenny tipped his hat to the young woman, "I'm assumin' you're Mrs. Everett?"

Carley couldn't help but smile when she was addressed by the surname of the man she had fallen in love with. She was proud to be known as an Everett and found comfort in knowing Lee had asked to spend the rest of his life with her

"She's still getting used to the Everett part." Lee winked to Kenny.

Carley nudged Lee with feigned annoyance. "I have to admit, we didn't think we'd be lucky enough to have normal neighbors."

"Define normal." Kenny responded. The three all exchanged a quick laugh.

Carley's tone seemed to change suddenly and she folded her arms, eyes on Lee, "Are you absolutely sure you gave the moving men the right address?"

"Relax." Lee assured, "They'll...be here."

She rolled her eyes, "That's convincing." Carley caught sight of an older woman and a younger boy crossing the street, making their way towards them.

"Oh, it's so nice to see some new faces around here!" Katjaa exclaimed.

Kenny nodded, "Honey, these are the Everett's. Lee and Carley." he looked over at the couple, "Guys, this is my wife..."

"Katjaa." the woman finished with a welcoming smile, "But please, call me Kat." Lee and Carley both acknowledged her with a friendly smile.

"Car, why don't you go on ahead and get to know Katjaa. Kenny and I will unpack several boxes until the moving men arrive."

"If they arrive." Carley noted with a smirk, shaking her head.

"They will!" Lee retorted, "I'll even call them to make sure."

Carley let out an exaggerated sigh before she and Katjaa parted ways with their husbands, who were gradually getting to know each other by the minute. They were very different types of men but both put family first, regardless of the circumstance.

"I'm guessin' you're new to this whole husband thing." Kenny chuckled.

"It's been about 3 months now." Lee smiled, looking downward. He felt as if he was the luckiest man alive to have found someone like Carley.

"Not ready to tear each other's heads off?"

Lee shrugged, "We get along for the most part."

"All married couples have a spat every now and then. I've been married to Katjaa for nearly 10 years and we still find ways to fight."

"Damn, 10 years? I'll have to remember to come to you for advice on being a good husband." Lee chuckled.

"Hell, I'm still learning how to do that myself." Kenny joked and again, they shared a quick laugh at humor they could relate to. Both men were devoted to their families.

"Tell you what– after ya'll get settled in, how's 'bout stop by this evening to share a drink or two?"

Lee smirked and nodded, "I have a feeling you and I are going to get along quite well."

"We damn well better!"