Fighting For Love

Chapter 18

Niamha didn't know what to wear show she dressed in a white boyfriend blouse and ripped shorts with her gold sandals. She really didn't feel like doing much to her hair so she just wore her natural waves and placed her shades on her head. She didn't add any make-up aside from the soft pink lip gloss and skin tone eye shadow. She looked down at her phone and saw that she had gotten a text from Michael.

To: Niamha

From: Michael :*

Text me your address. I want to pick you up.

To: Michael :*

From: Niamha

5687 Harper Street Grove. Hurry!

To: Niamha

From: Michael :*

On my way princess ;)

Niamha headed downstairs and found Justine sitting in the living room folding laundry. She walked over to her and plopped down on the couch next to her. She looked over at Justine and smiled.

"Where you headed looking all fancy?" Justine asked with a smile of her own.

"Out. I don't know for sure." She said smiling as she thought about Michael and their date today.

"Date?"

"Yes." Niamha felt a blush creep into her cheeks.

"Ohh. Do tell!! Who is the guy?" Justine asked as she stopped folding laundry.

Niamha was about to answer when the sound of the doorbell rang through the house.

"Why don't you come meet him?" Niamha suggested heading over to help her stand. The two made their way to the door and Niamha opened it to a smile Michael who was standing there with khaki cargo shorts, a black short-sleeve button up that he left open to reveal a black wife beater, and black based Jordan 5s. Niamha stood there checking him out and then finally meet his eyes that held a playful glint in them that let her know that he knew she was checking him out. Niamha snapped her head to Justine when she felt her nudge her side.

"Oh," Niamha cleared her throat and gestured from Michael to Justine, "Michael, this is my brother's wife Justine. Justine, this is Michael."

Justine stuck her hand out for Michael to shake. "Nice to meet you."

"Same here."

There was a silence that came over them as they all stood looking at each other.

"Alrighty then," Niamha said. "Justine we're going to go. Tell my brother I'll probably be home late." She turned to kiss Justine on the cheek before joining Michael outside.

"Alright you two have fun." Justine called out to them as they headed towards Michael's car. Michael opened the door for her before going around and getting in the car. As they pulled off Niamha gave a wave to Justine as she stood in the doorway.

"So where are we headed?" Niamha asked once they reached the highway.

"It's a surprise you'll find out soon enough."

"If you say so." Niamha dropped the conversation and fiddled with the radio until she found a station that she liked and left it there. She sat back and laid her head on the head rest. Her eyes drifted close as she watched the scenery pass by.

Michael woke her. "We're here." He helped her out of the car and turned to take her hand in his. Once he saw she had no objections, they walked hand and hand to a boat on the dock. He hoped on first and then helped her on they went down to the captains' station and introduced her to the captain. They headed back up to the deck as the captain started the boat and pulled away from the dock. It was the perfect afternoon to go sailing. They were speeding thru the water, the air flowing thru her hair. Michael looked over at Niamha was in a trance looking out at the water as they moved. He got up and went to go and sit by her. He pulled her into his arms and felt her snuggle closer into him. Michael felt his heart warm as they sat in this position. They began to slow down and Niamha turned to him. "Why are we slowing down?"