#:hemma

[hgallan-ceo]

Glowing Gallans

Married life felt good on Hunter. It looked even better. His clean shaven jaw line had grown some scruff following the months after the wedding, and being his main priority was on his wife and soon to be family, he looked matured and rugged but glowing with something, love? Their honeymoon took them across the globe, traveling to Paris, Rome, Madrid making their final stop in a small English Town on the coast of the United Kingdom. He lived to see his wife smile, her giggle as he handed her another plane ticket as one locations stay was nearing its end. One hand always finding its way interlocked with hers, and the the other gliding across her growing belly. As they settled back into life in Seattle Hunter continued with business, now the day was only double digits before he met his future son or daughter. Emma had been adamant on doing the nursery herself and keeping it a surprise as well as the gender until she had everything perfect. Sliding into his parking space, Hunter took the key out of his black S-Class Coupe. Next to his car was Emma’ new silver E-Class, something he was adamant on being the safety of his worlds were going to be traveling in it. Riding in the elevator up to their home Hunter smelt a warm aroma sweep him and his empty stomach into a whirl wind. Walking quietly into the kitchen he snuck up behind his beautiful 8 1/2 month pregnant wife and kissed along her exposed neck. “What’s for dinner Mrs.Gallan?” he hummed into her ear. Wrapping his arms around her waist and trailing them up to rest on her large belly. 

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“I do” || Hemma

Clearing his throat hunter reached into the tailored pant leg pocket and withdrew a folded slice of paper. Looking up at his beatiful bride, she was all he saw, all he needed. This was happening. With a deep breath Hunter began his vows. Emma, When I met you, I was a broken man. I lost somebody I loved very much.And that killed me. I was living a life that had no substance. I was closed off, set in my lifestyle and knew that I was incapable of ever being loved or loving anyone. From the moment i met you, you betwitched me. You drove me to distraction and your wittyness was something I was drawn too. You challenged my ways and wedged yourself into my heart and when you walked into my life you set it a balze and it continued to be so ever since.When I was younger my mother taught me to dance, secretly she taught me in our living room late at night when my siblings were asleep and there was no one awake to poke fun or joke that i clearly has two left feet. We never danced to anything new, all classics. Her love for the music leaked into me and I became intranced in the sound. I took piano lessons and my mother was always sitting in the front row, her eyes closed just hearing the music. She told me when she met my father it was like hearing the most wonderful ballad created. All that I ever wanted was to just hear music, and when I met you, I heard you. And, Emma you're the most beautiful thing I've ever heard. You are just so full of grace, and I promise before God and these beautiful people that I will love you fiercely and sweetly.I found everything that I’d ever been looking for my whole life in you.  You’re incredibly intelligent, and strong, brave and loving, witty and kind..And now — here we are — with our future before us, and I only want to spend it with you. You are my light. And it doesn't matter what happens in this life as long as you're with me. When I look at you, I know that there's a God. I was never a religious man but when I look at you I know there has to be something greater. There has to be God who loved me so much that he took the time to create you just for me. I love you . . . past my mind . . . beyond my heart . . . I love you for my soul, as dark and twisted as it may be sometimes. You bring light and love into my life, you made me realize I was capable of  being loved and loving someone so much like I do you. No words can describe you or what you mean to me. You are the greatest thing to ever happen to me. You are the my light, my greatest love, my bestest friend.. my soulmate. I promise to cherish you and protect you, support you, and  provide for you, listen and love you.. for as long as I live. In sickness or in health.You, Emma Madison Bell, are the person I was meant to spend the rest of my life with.I look forward to sharing this great life with you. Forever.

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Wedding Bells || Hemma

The venue was everything Hunter could have imagined, and by the look on his beautiful finacé’s face it was clear she thought the same. The hustle and bustle for the wedding had been all they had known for the past three months and around them Hunter could see all there hard work and planning with the coordinator paying off. Flowers were being arranged and assorted, lights, decor and seating arrangements taking their places. Hunter wore a loose white button down tucked neatly into a pair of navy trousers that complimented his brown dress shoes. His rolex strapped tightly to his left wrist he quickly lifted it to his eye line and checked the time. The rest of the wedding party had been working with the coordinator for a solid twenty minutes and as he looked over at his flushed bride to be he couldn’t wait to sweep her out of here before they parted ways as a couple does before the night of the their wedding. “I can’t wait until tomorrow baby.” he smiled taking her dainty hands into his own. “Tomorrow this place will be filled with all our closest family and friends.. yet  you’re the only person I care about seeing standing right there.” Hunter let his large hands glide softly down the curve of her shoulders and rest on the small of her back bringing her into him more. “As soon as these guys get there shit together we are free in clear for the night.. well at least for a few hours.” Hunter rolled his eyes. If he had it his way he’d love to wake up next to her on the day of their wedding yet as tradition had it, they had to be apart. And Emma’s parents already bent so many of their religious beliefs by having the ceremony outside the church that Hunter knew he wouldn’t push this. “Tomorrow at this time you’ll be mine, Mrs. Gallan.”