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

stress, they surfaced the

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

seeds on the

fans of such pastimes, took turns patrolling

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

out at the sea. "I've got

instinct, especially as someone who'd lived two lives, wasn't to

with binoculars but

"Our binoculars

the mutated Iran, Stella shivered. "You mean someone might be watching us from afar,

kept them comfortable. But as ordinary people with limited resources, they couldn't ignore that others might have far superior gear. Ordinary folks might lack the means, but what about groups

and despite the catastrophic disasters, the will to survive was

Stella frowned slightly. "To see Rosie and me

I'm just being

sorry, they took a deep breath

was cautious. They moved the submarine away from that area, with Rosie and Cooper monitoring from their respective

No disturbances, for now.

traveling a hundred nautical miles, they dropped

and the bottom of the

bedroom, flipping through a magazine she couldn't focus on, Stella shared her worry, "Do you think it'll get

was referring

severe human

they faced survival threats and dropped their national façades, it could lead to even greater catastrophes. The scarcer the resources,

provoke others,

the future, Stella comforted herself, "There's always a

thoughts lead to

breached and flooding,

the hatch, struggling in vain to open

body jerked awake

arms enveloped

breath, she buried her face in his

a light, patted her back gently,

time, it was barely

drinking

arm as a pillow, and eventually, her breathing evened out