The Sunspire No other shotgun rider

“I'd rather you didn't faint,” Sumayl laughed, rolling his eyes but with undeniable affection. “I know I'm hot shit but still. How would I explain it to our neighbors?” He teased her, a soft snicker leaving his lips as he considered having to call someone to assist him in reviving his recently fainted and newly minted wife (well at this point she hadn't actually said yes yet but he was ridiculously optimistic and confident). This promptly turned into a slight and momentary cringe as he considered Jace answering the call. The conversation about this was admittedly not something that Sumayl looked overly forward to having and did not wish to have a reason to jump start it. The chances of it ending in a fight between them was nearly a guarantee, even if their attempt to “try it again” as per Vienna's request didn't include informing him of their official status as Mr. and Mrs. Arrogant Ostrega. As Vienna dithered on her answer to his proposal, Sumayl's gaze failed to waver from it's place upon her. He got the sneaking suspicion that she was just stringing him along with her consideration, which felt to be taking a very long time to him. The logical part of Sumayl knew that he should have, perhaps, realistically been more concerned about it given his checkered history (and future?) with her brother but she had said herself that if he left he wasn't leaving her behind. That they would be together. Doubt, given this, was a very hard thing for Sumayl to find; even if his confident, narcissistic, and arrogant personality was taken out of the equation even for a moment. Vienna had confirmed all he'd needed to know and it seemed silly to the golden Ostrega not to take the final step and make them official. Especially when they were basically official anyway.

Vienna's smile was radiant as her blue eyes rose to meet his of gold, and for a moment Sumayl found it hard to breathe, taken by her as he'd been since the first time he'd laid his eyes upon her. She responded with a simple 'yep' and it was all that it needed. Aside from the equal swell of pride and joy within his breast, Sumayl had to admit that knowing he was officially her “mate” didn't make it feel any different. After a few seconds of consideration this was probably because they'd been practically acting married before hand; except it meant something different. Soon, the pack would know of their commitment to one another and that did make some sort of impact upon Sumayl. To know that everyone else would know that he was Vienna's and that Vienna was his, that they were a package deal from this moment to the rest of forever. For once in his life Sumayl had nothing further to say, feeling that good would be inappropriate, so instead he settled for silence.

It wasn't until Vienna's question, playfully asking what she'd just signed herself into, reminding Sumayl of a small tidbit of information he had never truly touched upon with her in any sort of detail. His family. He wasn't ashamed of his siblings, nor his foster siblings, or parents. Talking about his birth mother and father wasn't something he openly did, if only because he still suffered from trauma – especially surrounding his mother; and fed his biggest fear. Likely, she had been witness to the nightmares that hit him sometimes, unbidden and entirely out of his control, but if he had woken her she had never said anything to him; but aside from telling her he'd had a lot of siblings – which was true! - he'd never told her his last name (though in truth he'd never introduced himself to anyone using it), he realized. The bearer of the legacy. Sumayl did not realize the true size of the Ostrega family having never gotten the chance to learn too much about the sire name he carried, or it's origins. 

“Well,” Sumayl drew in a deep breath and let it out in a half sheepish and half cheeky grin. “I guess the best place to start is by your new last name – our last name: Ostrega.”