She was on the Bride Ship Rising Phoenix, headed for the Draconian system and Galaton. To meet her new mate.
The thought of Salvatt rose from the back of her brain to the front of her consciousness and a tingle ran down her spine. She wanted more than anything to speak to him, have a conversation. It would help her get over her fears that everything she felt for him was a fantasy.
What she'd experienced during the insemination process could have been the product of her vivid imagination, or it could have been the effects of their underlying bond. Their physical attraction. Their unity with each other. The DNA match was scientific. Maybe that’s all there was to it and she was fooling herself that it was anything more.
She bit her lip, wanting to believe in true love. She brushed her hair away from her face and went to the kitchen where a pot of coffee was already brewing. She fixed it just as she liked it and walked toward the wall of windows that looked out onto space.
The Rising Phoenix had traveled a long way while she'd slept. They were already at the edge of the solar system. She could see the blue sphere of Neptune sliding away behind them. The wormhole opening was close.
Her door swished opened behind her and she spun around, spilling her coffee on her pjs and the floor. The medic walked forward, holding a medical scanner. Wordlessly he ran it up and down, about six inches from her body. Then he examined the readings.
“I conclude that you are pregnant with Prince Salvatt's fetus. Congratulations,” he said. “You will have to strap in as we approach the wormhole. Please take a seat.” He flicked through a holocom on the wrist of his jumpsuit.
A harnessed seat appeared out of the wall. Celeste wiped at the stain on her pajamas. Her heart pounded. She'd never been through the wormhole. Suddenly terrified, she couldn't let go of her coffee cup as she slid her feet toward the harnessed seat.
“Does it hurt?” she croaked.
“Not usually,” the medic said.
The medic put her helmet on and helped her into her seat. She still had a vice grip on her cup when the harness was down. The medic tried to tug it away before he did his last check. She clenched her teeth, holding onto a deep breath. The medic started to ply her fingers from the cup. She relented and let out her breath.
“Ready?” he asked.
“I guess?”
“Happy flight.”
He walked out the sliding door, leaving her alone in the room. This was not the way to travel. She felt like a trapped cat, her lungs pumping faster and faster as the ship began to shake.
“Oh God. I want to go home,” she whimpered as the ship started through the wormhole.
The entire fabric of reality seemed to be ripped from its roots and flung against the wall of her mind. Celeste felt a tremendous propelling force, pushing within her. It felt like it wanted to turn her inside out. Outside the windows, strobing lights passed, almost too fast to see.
Just as she didn't think she could take it anymore, the ship settled and the strobing light stopped. She caught her breath, looking out at the view of the Draconian system. The planet of Draconia was in the distance, behind an asteroid belt. Celeste fumbled with the harness, her fingers numb. The door swished open behind her and the medic entered the room.
He immediately began unbuckling her. When he was done, he scanned her body with his medical scanner one more time.
“Pregnancy still intact,” the medic said.
He started toward the door, not offering her any further words of consolation or congratulations.
“Wait!” she started. He turned to her, an inquisitive expression on his face. “What do I do now?”
“Now, you wait. You will receive expert medical care for the rest of your journey. The child will be surgically delivered in nine months and will then be fed Draconian formula. I will be available for assistance in caring for the child and ensuring you are both well cared for. For the time being, enjoy your