Karen sat in the passenger seat. It seemed like her, Cole didn't fancy going around with drivers. He had taken control of the wheels and hit the road. The journey bugged her because he got on the phone with Donald and as if the ten minutes conversation had not been enough, his phone was ringing a second time. "Damian?" Cole called, looking out the window then returning

Karen pulled her hair into a neat bun and got to her feet from her previous seated position in front of the dressing mirror. She was in a simple blue gown that stopped right before her knees. It had a small sleeve that was synonymous to a bra strap.She picked up a purse Faith had gifted her along their first years as friends and put her phone in it. 

Karen had spent the entire day at her house when she got there. She hadn't been looking forward to seeing Cole and was contemplating sleeping at her place. She discarded the thought because he would think she was doing it on purpose, because she was still 'mad' at him, which would make her appear childish in her thinking and mannerism. She didn't care so much about what he thought anyways, she just didn't want to have to adapt to it. She needed to face the reality that she was now married. 

"I don't know, I'm not really sure I like it so much here." She admitted to him as she took images of the building the agent showed them. She wanted to send copies to Faith so she could know what her opinion on the matter was. "Why? What's wrong with it?" Cole thought with furrowed eyebrows, stuffing his hands into his pocket and looking around the room with furrowed

Damian returned with Cole after a few minutes had passed and he looked like he had just seen a ghost. "Lora, are you okay?" He asked in a shaky voice, directing to his wife, unable to make a complete sentence. Karen thought they were taking the thoughts of pregnancy a little too far and shook her head. "Can you two stop worrying for a second? Everything will be fine.