18 Floors Above the Apocalypse

Chapter 429

Jasper might have been clueless before, but after nine years with Stella, he'd picked up on everything he needed to know. Stella didn't hold back. "Yeah, your sister's all grown up."

Jasper paused, feeling a mix of happiness and a touch of melancholy.

"What's wrong?" Stella teased, tapping his chin playfully. "Not thrilled that Rosie's growing up?"

"Of course I'm happy. It's just... time flies, you know?"

Stella chuckled, "Feeling like an old dad who's going to walk his daughter down the aisle soon?"

Jasper opened his mouth, struggled for words, and finally admitted, "Yeah, and you're turning into an old mom, too."

But growing up was something to be celebrated. If their parents could see them from the beyond, they'd surely be comforted.

Raising a child in a post-apocalyptic world was no small feat, especially with Rosie turning out so well-most of the credit went to Stella. He wrapped his arms around Stella and kissed her. "Stella, thank you for all these tough years."

Feeling playful, Stella flirted back, "So, how do you plan to thank me?"

As their kisses deepened, he murmured, "My life for you."

Stella laughed, "What good is your life to me?"

He whispered in her ear, "What about my body, does that work?"

Stella playfully kicked him, "Be serious."

She went to deliver sanitary pads to Rosie and then turned to Jasper with a knowing look. "What are you waiting for? Clean up."

After five days in the submarine, Rosie's period had ended.

Blue Blue's relentless scratching finally paid off, clearing its body of barnacles over the past couple of days, and it hadn't reappeared since.

The silence of the deep sea was eerie, and the initial wonder at observing the marine life had turned to ennui. Not even the prettiest jellyfish or the strangest creatures could stir much excitement in the trio and their dog. Meals were eaten in silence, punctuated only by the clink of cutlery, chewing of food, and the sound of breathing.

Even Cooper's snoring had lost its charm, becoming a source of oppressive irritation.

Stella recognized the signs: deep-sea cabin fever was setting in.

lighting, and cramped space could suffocate the spirit if endured for

stress, they surfaced the

of Arcadia, the warmth of the sun, the open view, and soothing music softened the moods

and Rosie sat cracking sunflower seeds on the deck

of such pastimes, took

with the seeds and noticing Jasper's furrowed brow,

stared out at the sea. "I've got

especially as someone who'd

the horizon with

reminded her, "Our binoculars

the strange ocean creatures and the mutated Iran, Stella shivered. "You mean someone might be watching us

limited resources, they couldn't ignore that others might have far superior gear. Ordinary folks might lack the means, but what about groups or

hundred countries, and despite the catastrophic disasters, the will

frowned slightly. "To see

mused, "Maybe I'm just being

a deep breath and the submarine descended once

from that area, with Rosie and Cooper monitoring from their respective

No disturbances, for now.

a hundred nautical miles,

fell, and the bottom of the

bedroom, flipping through a magazine she couldn't focus on, Stella

referring to human-caused

amidst severe human conflicts, most countries tried to save the

dropped their national façades, it could lead to even

if you didn't provoke others, they might

future, Stella comforted

thoughts lead

of being besieged, the submarine breached and

was trapped under the hatch, struggling in vain to open

body jerked awake

arms enveloped her.

breath, she buried her

on a light, patted her back gently, and handed her a warm glass

it

tried to sleep after drinking the water, tossing

pillow, and eventually, her breathing evened