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.

creatures, dim lighting, and cramped space could suffocate the spirit if

the stress, they surfaced

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

sat cracking sunflower seeds on the deck of

not fans of such pastimes, took turns patrolling

and noticing Jasper's

out at the sea. "I've got

someone who'd lived two lives, wasn't to be

the horizon with binoculars but

her, "Our

be watching us from afar, and we just haven't

resources, they couldn't ignore that others might have far superior gear. Ordinary folks

and despite the

frowned slightly. "To see Rosie and me cracking

I'm just being

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

away from that area, with Rosie

No disturbances, for now.

nautical

bottom of the sea was

couldn't focus on, Stella shared her worry, "Do you

was referring

the land submerged, even amidst severe human conflicts, most countries tried to save

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

didn't provoke others, they might

comforted herself,

lead

besieged, the submarine breached and flooding, water rising to

hatch, struggling in vain to open it as cold seawater

body jerked awake in the

enveloped

for breath, she buried her face

on a light, patted her back gently, and

it was barely 1

tried to sleep after drinking the water, tossing and

pillow, and eventually, her