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

Secrets and tears

(Reminder don't forget to pick up your jaws and clean up your tissues.)

Snow had slowly begun to fall the night before, Oliver got up when Bach began to do his I gotta pee dance.

"Ok, ok calm down. Come on boys let's go outside." Oliver informed them. Bach began jumping, Oliver noticed Chapman wasn't coming from the kitchen. He walked down the hall and turned into the open kitchen, Chapman wasn't in his bed.

"Elio!" he yelled from the kitchen, with no response Oliver began walking around the entire house. He searched every room and every floor, Oliver even went into the attic.

Elio emerged from outside.

"What are you doing? I can hear you yelling from outside." Elio said stomping his snow-covered feet on the mat.

"I'm searching for Champan." Oliver yelled coming around the corner.

"He's been with me out in the guest house." Elio said pointing to the dog.

"Oh thank god!" Oliver dropped to his knees to rub on the old dog, who grumbled when Oliver got to his ears.

After dinner, everyone laid around the heavily decorated living room while they watched Frozen for the thousandth time. Elio looked over to see Bach laying on his back sound asleep, Lottie and Remi rested their heads on his belly. Chris laid on the floor, as usual, being Chapman's big spoon, David sat in one of the ugly green chairs with his feet lightly touching Chris's back and Mini sat on the armrest leaning on him. Jona sat in the other ugly green chair with Lea in his lap and with his hand on her now five-month pregnant belly. Oliver, Elio, Ella Perl and Sammy all snuggled on the sofa, while Annella sat in the oversized yellow chair reading her book. The family was trying to find the good in the holidays this year. Matteo had gone back to live with his mother after living with Chris and David for the last few years. Elio picked up his phone snapping pictures of his family and posted it on Instagram and Facebook with the caption, the calm after dinner. Elio loved social media, Elizabeth had introduced him to Instagram. So he had started documenting the journey of the film and of their lives. Elio got up from the sofa and snapped one of each little group that laid around the living room.

"Papa, what are you doing?" Jona rolled his eyes.

"I'm making memories, you just hush and smile at the camera. You'll take me when the kids get older. Plus the Christmas tree is giving off beautiful light." Elio huffed right back at him.

The villa was covered with pictures when pre-production had started so many were found in the attic. Elio and Annella spent weeks combing through all of them putting them in albums and frames. They had made an album dedicated to the graduate students. Elio made a statement that he might turn the tales of what happened around their table into a book. Oliver's editor had been after Elio to write about the things that went on around the Villa. But he wasn't interested in writing nothing but music, which he had done for the film. Elio was in his element tonight, with his family, with everyone he loved.

Oliver laid in bed reading on his laptop, he was wearing Santa Claus flannel bottoms that the kids got him for Christmas the year before. Oliver was always a sucker for wearing whatever the kids got him, which is why he's got a Worlds Greatest Bubbeh shirt that has five years worth of stains on it. Elio stood in the bathroom brushing his teeth and was about to shave his beard.

"Oliver?"

"Yes, dear?"

Elio walked to the door frame leaning against it, he was wearing only a towel. Oliver arched his eyebrow, slowly closed his laptop and slide his glasses down to the bridge of his nose, he focused on the little dab of toothpaste on Elio's lip.