Author Note: A long overdue update! Hope y'all enjoy, thanks for your patience!

Ezra found the little car had already wrapped him around his tires. He was gruff and it wasn't in his nature to melt so easily, but he resigned himself. Between him and Smokey they were able to check over the newly dubbed Paul's engine. It was a little worse for wear, but that was because someone hadn't thought to give the little one the correct amount of oil. Or the correct kind for that matter. They'd tried to feed him the adult version. Ezra grumbled to himself about the stupidity of some cars as he rummaged around the garage.

"Here it is Smoke. Seems like I have a case of oil. Just the right type for someone so young." He grunted as he shifted the box out of its corner.

"Why do you even have that?" Smokey came over to lend his father a tire.

"Never know when you might have a young car around."

Ezra glanced at the sleeping infant car and shook his hood. The little Hudson Hornet needed a good car wash and his hubcaps tightened up...maybe an engine tuneup. Just to make sure. He paused in his tracks, he was already feeling protective of the sleeping car. It had been a long time since he'd had a small car under tire around the house. With a smile he decided that it wouldn't be a bad thing. Everyone could deal with a little shakeup every now and then.

He woke with a start, the sound of a little engine shuddering making him nearly put himself into reverse. Something smacked his grill, he looked down only to have two big blue eyes staring up at him. His engine skipped… Paul had to be one of the cutest little cars he'd seen in a long time. He lowered his suspension to greet the child on his level.

"How are you son?" Ezra questioned with a slight smile.

The little car looked up at him innocently. A low rumble made the dark blue hornet giggle.

"I guess you're hungry?" He questioned again. It was just him and Paul, Smokey had stayed all night, but with the morning light he'd slipped off to school.

"Uh-huh."

"Alright." He rummaged around until he found one of the oil cans from the night before. He popped the top and offered it to the tiny car.

Eagerly Paul scooted with his tires and began sipping on it hungrily. The Hudson Super Six 1919, chuckled but gently took it away.

"Slow. I'm not going to take it away."

"Pwomise?" The skeptical look on the car's face made Ezra want to laugh.

"I promise." He nudged the can. The older car watched as the can was drained steadily. Without warning he found his tire full of a little car snuggling him. He stiffened. It had been a long time since he'd looked after a baby car. Within moments he heard a soft rumbling coming from the child. He was asleep, Ezra smiled. It couldn't be too bad to care for a little car. His eyes grew heavy and he too fell into a peaceful slumber.

That's how Smokey found them after school. His father had a tire protectively on the little Hudson Hornet. Smokey wished he had a camera. Quietly he shuffled over to the toolbox, this was the perfect opportunity to mess with some tools. His tire was nearly on the tools when his engine nearly stopped.

"Don't even think about it, Smoke."

Smokey whirled around in surprise, his father's eyes were closed tightly. A smug smile touched his father's grill.

"Don't do that to me!" Smokey could feel his engine going a hundred miles a minute.

"Don't go pilfering in my tools." Ezra's grey eyes snapped open. Laughter filled the room.

"Ok, next time I'll ask." He glanced at the still sleeping car. "How is he?"

"He's good. I fed him a can of infant oil, then he fell back asleep."

"And you fell asleep."

"He didn't want to be alone." He shot his son a narrowed look. His gruff nature was going to take a beating around Paul.

"He's already got you wrapped around his tires!" Smokey practically crowed. "I knew it!"

"Don't go spreading that around."

"Everyone will know soon enough!"

"You're gonna give me an engine ache." Ezra laughed slightly. He loved seeing his son happy, even if it was at his expense.

"So… Can we take him home so Ma can see him. She's gonna love him!"

"Marg! Shoo... " Ezra's eyes went wide. "She's going to kill us!" He'd forgotten to tell her about the newest development...He'd even forgotten to call home and he'd stayed all night at the garage.

"You're eating leftovers." Smokey smirked.

"You better go before I tan your bumper."

"I'm leaving before Ma shows up." Smokey shot towards the garage door. The door flung open narrowly missing a green 1929 Hudson Model L Sedan. "Sorry, Ma!"

"Smokey James Hudson!" The female car scolded, her blue eyes snapping. "He's going to be the death of me.

"Hello, Margie…" Ezra gulped as he was faced with his wife.

"Don't hello, Margie, me." She drove forward. "Ezra Levi Hudson. You're in big trouble."

Ezra gulped again, it was going to be a long evening.