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.

cramped space could suffocate the spirit if endured for

stress, they

the sun, the open view, and soothing music softened the moods

Rosie sat cracking sunflower seeds on the

not fans of such pastimes, took turns patrolling the

the seeds and noticing Jasper's furrowed brow, Stella asked,

out at the sea. "I've got this

who'd

with binoculars but found

her, "Our binoculars

be watching us from afar,

But as ordinary people with limited resources, they couldn't ignore that others might

two hundred countries, and despite the catastrophic disasters, the will to survive was

frowned slightly. "To see Rosie and me cracking

mused, "Maybe I'm just

than sorry, they took a deep breath and the submarine descended

submarine away from that area, with Rosie

No disturbances, for now.

a hundred nautical miles, they dropped

bottom

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

referring to human-caused

land submerged, even amidst severe human

nations became mere "nations," if they faced survival threats and dropped their national façades, it could lead to even greater catastrophes.

provoke

future, Stella comforted

thoughts lead to nighttime

being besieged, the submarine breached and flooding, water rising

struggling in vain to open it as

jerked awake in

Jasper's arms enveloped

for breath, she buried her face in

her back gently, and handed

time, it was barely

after drinking the

pillow, and eventually, her