"Hey!" I turned at the sound of Paul's voice and saw him coming out of the house to meet me and the driver on the top step. "You okay?"
"She's really drunk." The driver told him, easing away from me when Paul got his arm around my shoulders to keep me steady.
"That I am!" I giggled. "Hi there baby boy!"
"Uh, hi." Paul nodded, "Hey thanks for helping her."
"No worries." He replied, "You her son?"
"Yeah, why?" Paul asked.
"Better watch out." The driver laughed and headed back to his cab as Paul got me up the final step and walked me towards the front door.
"Watch out for what?" He frowned, "What's he talking about?"
"Oh, nothing." I mumbled, thankful Paul hadn't come out a few seconds earlier to hear the idiotic question I'd asked the driver.
"Whoa." Paul scrunched his face up, "Mom
