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.

and cramped space could suffocate the spirit if endured for

ease the stress, they

view, and soothing music softened the moods of the three humans

seeds on the deck of the

Cooper, not fans of such pastimes, took turns

seeds and noticing Jasper's furrowed brow, Stella

stared out at the sea. "I've

instinct, especially as someone who'd lived two

horizon with binoculars but

reminded her, "Our binoculars

us from afar, and we just haven't spotted them?" Without evidence but

ignore that others

two hundred countries, and despite the catastrophic disasters, the will

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

"Maybe I'm just

took a deep breath and the submarine descended

from that area, with

No disturbances, for now.

hundred nautical miles, they dropped

and the bottom of the

on, Stella

was referring

human conflicts, most countries tried to save the

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

you didn't provoke others, they might

future, Stella comforted herself,

lead to

being besieged, the submarine breached and flooding, water

hatch, struggling in vain to open it as cold seawater filled her

awake in

Jasper's arms enveloped her.

for breath, she buried her face in his chest,

patted her back gently, and handed her a warm

it was barely

sleep after drinking the water, tossing

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