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.

could suffocate the

stress, they

the open view, and soothing music

and Rosie sat cracking sunflower seeds on the deck

Cooper, not fans of such pastimes, took turns patrolling

seeds and noticing Jasper's furrowed brow, Stella

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

police officer's instinct, especially as someone who'd lived two lives,

scanned the horizon with binoculars but

"Our

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

people with limited resources, they couldn't ignore that others might have far superior gear.

over two hundred countries, and despite the

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

"Maybe I'm just being

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

They moved the submarine away from that area, with Rosie and

No disturbances, for now.

hundred nautical miles, they dropped anchor

and the bottom of

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

was referring

amidst severe human conflicts, most countries tried to

if they faced survival threats and dropped their national

if you didn't provoke others, they might

comforted herself, "There's always a

lead

besieged, the submarine breached and flooding, water rising to her

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

body jerked awake in

arms enveloped her.

her face in his chest,

patted her back gently, and handed her a warm glass

it was barely

drinking the water, tossing and turning

eventually, her