A/N: This chapter takes place right after Lynette and Tom meet the girls for the first time when they're moving onto the Lane. This chapter is also way more humorous and happy then my last two. I figured my readers (if I have any) could use a break from the sadness. Enjoy :)

Enthusiasm

"Enthusiasm glows, radiates, permeates and immediately captures everyone's interest."
~.~

"So, now that we've officially made an impression on the neighbors as quirky, adorable, and slightly dysfunctional, can we finish unpacking now?" Tom asked, his expression as giddy as a child in a toy store.

With a roll of her eyes and a smile plastered across her face, Lynette nodded and silently walked towards the moving truck. It still housed half of their belongings, and with the distractions that the day had brought upon them, they'd have to work twice as hard to get everything inside and set up before nightfall.

They'd been interrupted from their earlier tasks first by an argument, then by three women who welcomed them to the neighborhood. She was almost positive that she'd came off as one of three things: ridiculous, abrasive, or horrifying. She could tell by the look on that Susan girl's face that she hadn't made a great impact on them. If she hadn't been so fixated that she would be giving birth to twins in less than seven months, she might've cared a little more.

She stepped into the truck and glanced around at the obscene amount of junk that they had managed to accumulate since they had gotten married. A lamp that looked like it belonged to his great-great-grandmother, boxes beyond boxes of books that they knew they'd never read, and clothes that she wouldn't be able to fit into for the foreseeable future. She shook her head in disapproval as Tom bounded up the ramp and wrapped his arms around her from behind.

"You realize that about seventy-five percent of everything in this truck is stuff we'll never, ever use?" Lynette pointed out smugly, and she felt Tom shake his head erratically against her shoulder.

"That's not the point. It's our stuff, in our house," he said excitedly, rubbing his hands against her flat stomach in patterns. "And soon, and it'll be filled with—"

"Screaming, crying, infants that are going to need our constant attention twenty-four seven," Lynette interrupted, sensing where he was going with this. "And, instead of just one like we had originally planned, I'm going to have to keep up with two of them."

"More to love," Tom replied, not wanting to spoil his blissful mood. He kissed the top of her head and moved past her to grab a wooden end table. "Now, let's get to work. We've got a lot of stuff to move."

~.~

"I think the couch should go over there," Lynette instructed, pointing to the spot that she had designated for it when Tom first showed her the place. She already had a basic understanding of where she wanted anything and everything to be, but she hadn't divulged this information to him yet. "Then the TV could go in the corner."

"I can't move that sofa by myself," Tom whined, his back already hurting from the exertion of moving the kitchen table, chairs, and desks in by himself. He wiped the sweat that was trickling down his forehead on his shirt, which didn't do much good as it was already thoroughly soaked.

"Well, let me help you then," Lynette offered, but was met with a raised eyebrow.

"I told you you're not doing any heavy lifting, and I meant it."

All day long, the only thing she had been able to carry into the house were light boxes that only contained extremely small items, and it was beginning to grate on her nerves. Besides, she wasn't the kind to handle prohibition well.

"Tom, I'm pregnant, not incapacitated."

"It's still a risk, Lynette," he replied, resting his hand on the doorknob. "I could go ask one of the neighbors. Which of the girls seemed the most normal?"

She thought for a moment, trying to remember which of the girls had come off as 'ordinary'. "Well, Bree was really nice, and seemed very—"

"Perfect?" Tom finished with a smirk. "Did you see her hair? I swear it didn't even move."

With a chuckle that she tried to hide, she said, "Her hair doesn't matter. She has a husband doesn't she? Go over there and ask him to help."

Tom groaned, a sound akin to that of a child who didn't want to do his chores. "But, I don't know these people!"

"Oh my, God, you're such a baby!" Lynette exclaimed as she brushed past him, hitting his hand away from the doorknob and stepping outside onto the porch. Momentarily baffled, Tom just stared after her and watched as she marched down the stairs onto the sidewalk.

She stopped in her tracks once she realized she had absolutely no idea where anyone lived. She looked back at Tom for some sort of direction, but he just grinned at her arrogantly as he leaned against the doorframe.

After giving him one of her signature death glares, she set off down the street searching for anyone who looked strong enough to handle moving a couch. Unfortunately for Lynette, the lane seemed devoid of any testosterone-bearing individuals. She strode down the sidewalk slowly, casually glancing into windows, hoping to catch a glimpse of a man with some muscles.

After walking to the end of the street and coming up empty, she whipped around and crossed the road to investigate the other side of the lane. She was only a few feet into her exploration when she saw a faint silhouette of what looked to be a man in the distance.

She quickly ran into the yard and waved, flashing her widest smile as a sort of enticement. She knew it'd be easier to convince him with a little flirting. "Hey! I'm Lynette Scavo, your new neighbor."

She held out her hand to the gentlemen, who looked considerably older than her, and extremely dark and mysterious. She couldn't help but notice the intense scowl that was etched onto his face. It made her uncomfortable, and she was hoping this exchange could be as brief as possible.

"I'm Paul Young," he answered, taking her hand and shaking it for a moment before dropping it hurriedly. "What can I do for you?"

"Oh, well, my husband and I are moving in across the street and we've been lugging things around all day," Lynette began, pointing at the almost-empty moving van parked in front of her home. "And, he has sort of a bad back, and I'm about two months pregnant. We only have one more heavy piece of furniture to move in, and that's the couch. Do you think you could give us a hand?"

With a less-than-ardent "sure", Paul agreed and Lynette led him into their yard. Tom was still leaning against the doorframe, but when he saw that she had actually coerced someone to help, his expression turned from arrogance to relief. "Hey, you found someone!"

Lynette made her way up the porch while Paul waited on the lawn, and stopped right in front of her husband, her eyes lit with victory. "Yes, no thanks to you."

With a triumphant grin directed at Tom, she gestured towards the couch in the back of the truck and said, "It's right over there."

Lynette sat outside on the swing sipping lemonade as the boys maneuvered the couch into the living room and set it up in the spot she'd specifically directed. Paul stayed only long enough for that task and to welcome them into the neighborhood, and then sulked back off to his home.

"There's something really creepy about that guy," Tom stated as he sat down beside her, resting his arm casually around her shoulder. His shirt was drenched in sweat, as was the rest of his body. She could really care less though, because at that moment a realization hit her. She sat up abruptly, stopping the swing in its tracks, causing Tom to jolt forward.

"What?" he asked with concern.

"Our house is finished!" Lynette screamed excitedly, the sudden change in her mood causing Tom to chuckle. "We are officially moved in!"

She hopped off of the swing, grabbing Tom's hand in the process and dragging him to the door. She stood in front of him, her hand holding his as she looked back into his eyes. "We finally have a home."

For the first time all day, he could see a sparkle of delight and eagerness in her eyes. With the hand that wasn't currently occupied, she gripped the doorknob and turned it slowly. "You ready to see our completed home?"

At the sound of girly playfulness in her voice, he grinned and nodded, wrapping his free hand around her waist as she led him into the dark living room. She reached to her left and switched on the lamp. Light illuminated the house, and the euphoria that swept over as she looked around her was overwhelming. It was everything she had envisioned for a home and, much, much more. The perfection almost brought a tear to her eye.

"What do you think?" he asked, resting his chin on her shoulder as she laid her head against his chest with a resounding sigh. "Is it everything you ever wanted?"

She didn't answer right away. Instead, she turned to face him, her eyes glistening with joy as she leaned forward, capturing his lips with hers. The kiss was deliberate and gentle, each and every fiber of her being lighting on fire as he wrapped his arms around her. His fingertips splayed open in-between her shoulder blades, holding her firmly to his body.

Much to Tom's dismay, Lynette pulled away from him unexpectedly, resting her forehead against his as she whispered, "No, it's not."

Taken completely aback by her statement, he backed away from her in shock. His eyes widened and he stared at his wife in hurt astonishment as he noticed a sly grin spread across her face. He opened his mouth to speak, but before any words could come out, she placed a finger to his lips and quickly silenced him.

"No, it's not everything I ever wanted," Lynette said slowly, her eyes locked with his. "It's much, much more."

~.~

Night was falling on Wisteria Lane as Susan Mayer gloomily slumped to the trash can, carrying a hefty bag that dragged on the ground behind her. Karl was working late for the fourth time this week, and she was beginning to feel extremely neglected.

She was alone so much now, it was often hard to bear. With a small child around the house, and never truly having any help with anything from her husband, Susan felt deflated. She felt that her dream of a happy, perfect life with a wonderful family was very rapidly slipping from her grasp. Especially since she had found a tube of lipstick that was most definitely not her shade in the pocket of his jacket.

When she reached the end of the driveway, she glanced to her left and caught sight of her new neighbors, the Scavo's. When she had first seen them, they'd been fighting. The wife seemed instantly frightening, but the husband seemed adorable. What was most astonishing, however, was how infatuated he was by Lynette, and how smitten she seemed to be with him. She thought it was refreshing to see a man who made the effort to actually be affectionate and caring to his bride.

At this very moment, that's exactly what was happening. As they walked out of their front door, hand-in-hand, the smiles on their faces were impossible to miss. Tom's eyes were practically glowing as they sprinted to the van and shut the door, officially ending their unpacking. Susan heard a squeal that she didn't even think Lynette was capable of before Tom lifted her off of the ground, spinning her in a few hazardous circles before crashing his lips to hers. The kiss lingered for a few moments, becoming extremely heated, given their current surroundings.

Susan didn't mind one bit. She continued watching, forgetting all about the trash in her hand as Tom carried Lynette through the yard and onto the porch, looking lovingly into her eyes the entire time. Susan grinned like a schoolgirl, her heart soaring as she watched these two people so obviously in love that they couldn't fathom keeping their hands to themselves. For someone who was gradually losing the sparks in her own relationship, it was nice to know that a pure love like this still exists.

Beginning to feel like she was intruding on a private moment, Susan threw her trash into the dumpster and began her walk back into the house. She snuck one last peek at the couple that had made her night a little brighter. Maybe, just maybe, her happily ever after would come someday.

~.~

"Andrew, Danielle, bring me the dishes please," Bree requested as she slipped on her rubber gloves. Dinner had been retched and difficult to get through, what with her children at odds and her husband happily passive, as usual. If she didn't have so much work, she would be perfectly content to take a large sleeping pill and forget the world.

But, the duties of a housewife are never done.

So, after her children begrudgingly brought her the china from the table, she began her nightly chores. She scrubbed and washed each piece of silverware individually, making sure each gleamed and shined like it had never been used before.

When the job was completely finished, she pulled the plug and stood as the water drained from the sink. As she was shedding her gloves, she happened to catch a glimpse outside the window at her new neighbors. They were cuddled closely on their front porch swing, going at it like a couple of teenagers for the whole world to see. That kind of public display usually made Bree sick at her stomach, but something about tonight was different.

She watched as Tom ran his fingers through Lynette's hair, pulling her in deeper for a kiss that already looked to be suffocating them both. She noticed that they rarely pulled apart for air, and in the few sparing moments that they did, his lips would immediately take residence on her jaw, her neck, pretty much anywhere there was exposed skin.

Uncharacteristically, Bree found herself entranced by the couple in front of her. In normal instances, she would find this gawking intrusion of privacy repulsive, but something was oddly captivating about what was going on across the street.

She was so engrossed in fact that she didn't notice the slight creak of her kitchen door. Rex walked in, a smile playing on his lips when he saw his wife openly spying on the newest additions to Wisteria Lane. He couldn't believe Miss Manners was breaking one of her own rules.

To capture his wife's attention, he sauntered behind her, brought his lips dangerously close to her ear and whispered, "See anything interesting?"

With a start, Bree tore her eyes away from the scene and whipped around. She was greeted by her husband, a cocky smirk plastered on his face as he watched her cheeks turn a dark shade of red. Her normal posed façade faded for a moment as she collected herself, but almost instantly she regained composure.

"Who were you just staring at?" Rex asked, gesturing his head toward the window.

"Oh, I was just getting a good look at the Scavo's," she answered with a grin.

Rex craned his neck to look around Bree, and saw the new neighbors, who were now fully horizontal on their porch swing. He let out a boisterous laugh and said, "Yeah, you got a good look alright."

The embarrassment and mortification of her actions was evident on her face, but for some reason, she couldn't seem to shake the image of them from her mind. She supposed that it could be the lack of romance generating in her own marriage.

She missed when she and Rex were newlyweds. Much like the people across the street, the passion was constant. However, in the past couple of years, the flames that had raged between the two of them had dwindled considerably. Now, she'd be lucky if she had a flicker.

Well, she wasn't going to let her husband go to bed without her tonight.

"Are you going to be awake for a while? We could go upstairs and—"

Before Bree could even finish her sentence, Rex cut her off. "Nah, I have to be at the office early tomorrow morning. Besides, don't you have some housework to do?"

And with a quick kiss on her temple and no time to object, he walked out of the kitchen.

Any normal woman would be deterred by such a blatant rejection of one's company. As a matter of fact, had it been under usual circumstances, so would Bree. However, what she had just witnessed going on next door was a reminder for her. What she and Rex had at one point was special and exciting. Thanks to the new residence of the Lane, she was now determined to get it back.

~.~

"Tom, I really, really, really don't think this is safe," Lynette said breathlessly as Tom continued his current attack on the most sensitive spot of her throat.

They had started out sitting side-by-side, engaging in a little harmless make-out session that escalated past expectations. They were now fully horizontal on the swing, Tom's body haphazardly covering hers as he showered her with kisses and tender caresses. The position was less than desirable, but the feeling of his lips trailing down her neck and to the swell of her breasts was enough to make her forget.

"Like I would let you fall," Tom answered incredulously, beginning to undo her blouse. He went excruciatingly slow, flicking each button open individually, his fingers grazing the skin beneath for a moment before moving on to the next one.

Lynette groaned, her frustration evident as she writhed beneath him. "One wrong move and we could both bust our asses."

His fingers still working agonizingly slowly, Tom leaned down towards her ear and whispered, "Well, we'll just have to take it slow then."

"You're killing me," she whimpered as he finally reached the end, popping the last button free. She felt the chilly night air hitting her bare stomach as the wind blew between them, and suddenly she was all too aware that they were outside.

"Tom, we're on a porch swing," Lynette informed him, as if he didn't already know.

"Obviously." Without even giving it a second thought, he began nipping at her neck again, running his hands seductively along the curve of her hip.

"But, what if somebody sees us?" she asked nervously, trying to ignore how amazing his lips felt against her skin.

"Let 'em look. It'll do these people good to see a little action," he answered with a wink, lowering his head to place butterfly kisses against her stomach.

For a short, fleeting moment, Lynette considered protesting. However, as quickly as the thought came, it disappeared. She didn't care what their neighbors thought of them. All that matters was that they were here, at their brand new home, wrapped up in each other.

Besides, if they saw something they didn't like, it was their own fault for looking.