Summer, 1983 (I'll call you by mine)

Why?

David was standing on the front porch, he had grown a little older and gained a little weight fatherhood was suiting him nicely.

"Sorry, I hope I didn't wake your baby." His smile faltered a little.

Christopher just stood there like a deer in headlights, his brain was not communicating with the rest of his body. He hadn't seen David in three years but thought of him often.

"Can I come in or am I not allowed in the house?"

"Oh uh sorry come in." Christopher stepped aside so that David could walk into the house.

"God, this house hasn't changed. Still smells the same too."

"Yeah, nonna refuses to update. Uh, I have to check on the baby and then we can talk in the kitchen."

David followed Christopher into the living room where the baby slept tucked up.

"She's gorgeous how old is she?" David whispered.

"Oh uh, I think she's a little over a year old. I'm not really sure."

"You think she's over a year old? Do you not know how old your kid is?"

Christopher cocked his head. Oh god, he thought the baby was his!

"Oh no she's not mine, I'm just watching her for Valentina. Dear god, I'm still in college."

"Oh, I assumed she was yours."

"God no, but let's go into the kitchen  so we don't wake her."

Christopher leaned against the sink, realizing he hadn't offered David anything yet.

"Oh fuck, where are my manners. Did you want something to drink?"

"Scotch if you've got any."

"I think my dad's got scotch, I'll go check. On the rocks or neat?"

"On the rocks."

Christopher walked into the little corridor were the little-hidden bar was off of the living room. Fuck what is he doing here? Would it be rude to ask him right off the bat? Walking back to the kitchen handing him the glass of scotch, Christopher had made a vodka tonic for himself. Taking a large gulp of the scotch David inhaled deeply.

"Wondering why I'm here aren't you?" He said looking at his glass.

"Yeah, I am. Considering when I saw you last time you were a wreck."

"Ah yes, my nearly cosmic breakdown. I got blackout drunk that night, told her everything. We talked about it the next morning and never spoke of it again. She was a saint."

"She is, last time I saw her was the day before I left for Yale. Went to buy flowers for dad and papa, she already looked like she was going to pop then. How is she now and your little girl?"

David's brows furrowed and he cocked his head to the side. Had Christopher missed something?

"You really haven't been back to New York have you?"

"Uh no, honestly I've been back maybe 4 or 5 times. Only when I need to, why?"

David stared down at his glass, the ice slightly melted almost blending with the golden liquid.

"I don't know where to begin." He looked up to see Christopher's face, confusion was written all over it. "It was nearly the end of the summer, Christine and I wanted to take one last trip before she couldn't fly anymore. While we were on the beaches of Hawaii, she told me that she had overheard things. Things that my father and his head of security had been discussing. Christine wouldn't tell me what she'd overheard but that she wanted to move out of the city away from my family. I didn't think any more of it because my dad was such prick nothing he said fazed me anymore. I told her don't worry about it, whatever they were talking about it didn't concern us."