Oneshots (18+)

Happy Anniversary

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A/N

This chapter will contain acts that mimic rape and sexual assault.

While this one is written with predetermined consent in mind (all characters involved have set this scene prior to the acts that take place) it can still be triggering for some. Please feel free to skip this chapter if you need to.

Read at your own risk.

Dylan💍
13:06
I know you're probably busy, but I just wanted to check in and see what time you were expecting to be home today.

Dylan💍
14:47
I'm at the store to pick up Mason's inhaler. Do you need anything? I don't want you to have to stop if you're tired.

Mother👀
15:45
Are you on your way with my grand baby?

Mother👀
15:59
Karra? I haven't heard from you since Sunday night. Did you still need me to watch Mason tonight?

Mother👀
16:35
I just got off the phone with Dylan. She says you had an emergency at work. Really Karra? On your anniversary? I taught you better than this.

Dylan💍
16:39
Your mom called. She told me you were supposed to drop him off at 4. In case you get home while I'm gone, I wanted to let you know I took him over there. Did you forget?

Mother👀
17:00
Karra Samantha Cross, you had better fix this. Dylan is very hurt, even though she's too stubborn to admit it. Mason can stay with me as long as you need him to. Fix. It.

Dylan💍
19:20
Dinner is in the oven. I had to leave for a bit. Enjoy. I love you.

Karra sighed as she read through the messages, her fingertips massaging her temples in an effort to rid herself of the throbbing pain settled behind her eyes. She'd spent the better part of the day attempting to put out the fires that threatened to blow up the deal with their firm's largest account. A day that should have been spent wining and dining her probably now soon to be ex-wife.

She reached into her desk drawer with a sigh, pulling out the bottle of tequila and a shot glass she kept hidden there for times like these. She popped the cork out of the top of the bottle, tipping the contents into the shot glass before plunking the container back onto her desk. Before she could second guess her decision, she picked up the shot glass and downed the liquid in one smooth movement and immediately picked up her phone, hitting the call button.

Hi. You've reached the voice mail of Dylan Cross. Please leave me your name, number and a brief message of why you're calling and I'll get back to you as soon as possible. Thank you, and have a nice day.

Karra sat up straighter with a frown on her face. Dylan never turned her phone off when she was away from either Karra or Mason. An uneasy feeling started in the pit of her stomach, but she quelled it quickly.

No need to get worked up Karra. She told herself. She probably just lost reception for a minute.

Nodding to herself at her internal reasoning, she picked up her phone once more. Glancing at the clock, she was surprised to see what it read. 20:58. Where could she possibly have gone this late that would take almost two hours, without their son?