Steve smiled, "We should have birthdays more often, we might get to see more of each other." He paused with his hand on the box before nudging it towards Tony. "Tell me what you think before I put it away. I still have to wrap her present before it gets too late."
He gave a sigh. Eighteen was...Cassie shouldn't be eighteen. That's when kids were supposed to leave the nest, and...well Steve had just got the nest the way he liked it.