I’ve always been close with my mum’s best friend Steph. She’s an aunt by default, and I’ve always called her and her husband Aunt Steph and Uncle Steve. They were a bit older than my mum, maybe in their early 40s and had lived around the corner from us for as long as I can remember. They were always good fun.
Since I turned 18, I would regularly bump into them on nights out in our small town and we always had a great laugh. They’d always make sure I was ok and safe.
At the end of one night, I was pretty drunk and it was raining. The wait for a taxi was ridiculous and I was getting stressed and drenched trying to figure out a way home. My friends decided to all stay out, but I needed to go home. Stumbling through town with my jacket over my head,
a taxi pulls up and the back window opens It was Steph and Steve!
“Do you want a lift, Chess?” Slurred Steph drunkenly.
Without hesitation, I jump in on Steve’s side. He shifted to the middle seat and I hop in next to him before the taxi drives off.