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only Medic Hanno and the pilot to talk to. She was starting to get pretty bored. In fact, she had been bored for far too long.
    But now that the baby was almost ready to be delivered, she knew that the boredom would not last. Soon she would have a tiny reminder of everything that Elait was to her. She would have his son to love and cherish. When she arrived on Galaton, she would bring the heir to the throne with her. That was a huge accomplishment, and she knew she should be proud of herself for it. Elait would certainly be proud of her when she arrived with his son.
    When the day for her delivery finally arrived, Hanno brought her to the medical bay and prepared her for a cesarean. She had been rubbing the synthetic genetic material from Elait on her body to mimic the mating process, but it was not enough to allow her body to naturally deliver a Draconian child.
    The only safe way to deliver such a large baby was through medical intervention. She lay on the bed and watched Hanno as he prepared for the surgery.
    She was numbed from the waist down and he used his medical wand to slice into her lower abdomen, quickly pulling the baby out from inside her. The whole thing was done in a matter of seconds. She was healed up with the wand while she cradled her little baby in her arms.
    She looked down at her son, who cried vigorously to announce his entrance into the world. She had never felt more proud in her entire life. He was huge for a human infant, but still looked as helpless and tiny as any newborn she'd ever seen. She rocked him in her arms, willing all of the love in her heart that she felt for her baby and his father to flow through her and into her child. It was the happiest day of her life, and a moment she would never forget.
    “Prince Elait would like to speak with you,” Hanno said.
    “Now?” she said, feeling ridiculous.
    She hadn't expected for her prince to want to speak with her the day of the birth. She found herself feeling embarrassed about the way she looked.
    “This isn't really the best time for me,” she croaked. “I look kind of crappy right now,”
    “I am sure he will not object to the way you look,” Medic Hanno assured her.
    He flicked his hand across a holographic screen and the image of Elait filled the empty space. Sophia gasped, cradling her baby. Elait was even more handsome when he was looking right at her.
    “My bride,” he said, finally speaking.
    “My prince,” Sophia whispered.
    The baby stirred in her arms and Medic Hanno took him from her to allow Sophia to focus on her mate.
    “I am contacting you under great risk to myself. But I wanted to speak with you on this day of our child’s birth.”
    “I’ve missed you so much,” she blurted out.
    “My own mating impulse has been torturous, but I have prevailed. Today I want to discuss the name we will give our son.”
    “I’ve always liked the name Hector,” she said meekly. Elait probably had some special Galatonian name planned already.
    “We have a similar name in Draconian. It is Hectosh. How does the name Hectosh Purr sound to you, my beloved?”
    Hearing him call her beloved sent a thrill through her that rose goosebumps on her arms and made her body awaken with desire, even in her post-operative state.
    “It sounds beautiful. My love,” she said, knowing full well that she was speaking to a man she’d never met and had never even spoken to before. But he was her true love. Her fated mate. He was everything. It didn’t matter that they’d never met before.
    “Then it is settled. I must go. You have done well, my mate. I await your arrival.”
    “Wait!” she yelled, her chest tightening.
    But it was too late, the screen had already gone dark.
    She shuddered with a stifled sob and buried her face in her hands. The rational part of her, the part that never would have signed up for this thing if she hadn’t been three sheets to the wind, rolled her eyes inside her head. The part of her that had taken a chance,