been able to talk to him, but her heart yearned for him nonetheless.
The medic reminded her, every time she asked, that Elait needed to stay away from her, lest his mating impulse consumed his body and mind. The dragon within him would go mad and he would eventually self-destruct with need. The growing child in her womb was the bond that allowed him to survive as long as he already had without her.
If he were to talk to her, he might lose what little control he had over his dragon. She knew the consequences of speaking with her mate, but she couldn’t help needing him; wanting him. She dreamed about his face at night and spent countless hours watching his images float across the holographic screens in her rooms. She loved him with all her heart, and she’d never even spoken to him.
That was part of the reason she was still so determined to pilot the ship. She needed something to look forward to, something to keep her mind off her constant yearning for her prince.
If the pilot just let her fly the ship, she would have something to focus on. The baby wouldn't be here for another six months. As much as she enjoyed experiencing her body changing, it wasn't enough to distract her from the relentless, monotonous boredom of traveling a year through space.
The medic had not given her any indication of when she might actually be able to speak with her mate. He just kept telling her to be patient. Sophia was tired of being patient. She felt like it was all she’d done her entire life. Patience still wasn't a skill that she was very adept at. Sophia was much better at charging forward and not thinking about the consequences. Now, she had all the time in the world to think, and it was starting to get to her.
The days and months continued to move past, each running into the next. Sophia began to wonder sometimes if she had made a mistake leaving Earth in the first place. But every time that thought entered her mind, the image of her prince’s face flashed over it.
She could never regret coming out to meet him or carrying his child. He was sending her intermittent messages over the long months, telling her how proud he was that she was his mate. She lived for those messages. Every time a new one arrived, she felt a little bit closer to him.
One day, near the end of her pregnancy, she found herself sitting in the copilot seat inside the cockpit, finally. The pilot needed to go to his chambers for a moment, and asked Sophia if she would take over while he went.
Her eyes widened and she smiled as she took over control. When he left her alone her heart filled with glee. She happily took the wheel of the Breaking Dawn and sat at the helm as it silently floated through space. It was the most exhilarating feeling she had ever experienced, and it lasted approximately five minutes.
The pilot came back and took control of the ship again, making her promise never to tell the medic it had happened.
“I don't see what the big deal is,” she said. “You know I'm a good pilot.”
“You are a good pilot,” he admitted. “But my mission here is to protect you, not to teach you how to fly the ship.”
“Can't it be both?”
“You're eight months pregnant, he said. “Don't you ever get tired of bugging me about this?”
“Not really,” she said, giggling. “It's not like I have anything else to do with my time.”
“You're doing the most important job that anyone can do. You're carrying the next generation of Draconians.”
“I know and it gives me a lot of satisfaction to do it. But I'll tell you a little secret: I don't actually have to think very hard to carry this baby,” she said in a whisper.
He laughed. “Point taken, Sophia. But I still can't openly allow you to pilot the ship.”
“Then it could just be our little secret,” she pressed.
“Maybe after the baby is born.”
“I'll take what I can get,” she said with a sigh.
She'd been traveling on the bride ship Breaking Dawn for the last eight months with