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

the stress, they

Arcadia, the warmth of the sun, the open view, and

and Rosie sat cracking sunflower seeds on the deck

Cooper, not fans of such pastimes, took turns

and noticing

out at the sea. "I've got this feeling we're being

as someone who'd

scanned the horizon with binoculars

"Our binoculars aren't

Stella shivered. "You mean someone might be watching us from afar, and we just haven't spotted

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

over two hundred countries, and despite the catastrophic

watch us?" Stella frowned slightly. "To see Rosie and me

mused, "Maybe I'm just being

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

the submarine away from that area, with Rosie and Cooper monitoring from

No disturbances, for now.

hundred nautical miles, they

bottom

on, Stella shared

referring to

severe human

faced survival threats and dropped their national façades, it could

provoke others, they

see the future, Stella comforted herself, "There's

thoughts lead

breached and flooding, water

was trapped under the hatch, struggling in vain

jerked awake in the pitch

arms enveloped

buried her face in his

back gently, and

the time, it was barely

after drinking the

his arm as a pillow, and eventually, her breathing evened out to the rhythm of