and when i hit the kitchen and saw brock resting faded jeans-clad h*ps against the back counter , teeth sinking into a cupcake , half of a mountainous swirl of silver-dusted , pale lilac frosting , sprinkled with pastel , candy confetti disappearing behind his full lips , i made the instant decision i was going to go through my paperwork , find out the day i signed on the dotted line that made that house my home and celebrate it with a huge , honking party every f**king year .