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.

space could suffocate the spirit if

the stress, they

view, and soothing music softened the moods of the three

Rosie sat cracking sunflower seeds

of such pastimes, took turns patrolling

with the seeds and noticing

"I've got this feeling we're being

instinct, especially as someone who'd

the horizon with binoculars but found

her, "Our

someone might be watching us from afar, and we just haven't spotted them?" Without evidence but trusting his gut,

Arcadia, and that's what kept them comfortable. But as ordinary people with limited resources, they couldn't ignore that

two hundred countries, and despite the catastrophic

frowned slightly. "To see Rosie

"Maybe I'm

a deep breath and

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

No disturbances, for now.

traveling a hundred nautical

fell, and the bottom of the sea

magazine she couldn't focus on, Stella

referring

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

as tectonic 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

Stella comforted herself, "There's always a

lead to nighttime

besieged, the submarine breached

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

awake in the

arms enveloped

for breath, she buried her face in his chest,

patted her back gently, and handed her a

time, it

tried to sleep after drinking the

pillow, and eventually, her breathing evened out to the