The test result.

A part of me missed fucking Emma but my wife and her had an agreement it was just for the week she was ovulating. I would have to wait a week before Emma could take a pregnancy test to see if we needed to try to get her pregnant again the next month. Even if I never had the opportunity to fuck Emma again at least I had the security footage of our trysts. It was too bad I didn't record our time, especially the sex marathon Friday night, at the Youngs' house.

"Hi, Emma," Sam answered her phone while I was driving us home from work the following Friday.

"Hey, Emma," I shouted. My wife turned on the speaker phone so I could hear her friend.

"Hi, guys, are you guys at home?" Emma asked. I could detect a trace of nervousness in her voice.

"Nope. We're stuck in traffic," I answered. "Traffic is at a crawl. Normally it would take us less than half an hour to get home but there was some accident so it may take us another fifteen minutes."

"Okay. I have some news to tell you," Emma replied.

"Good news?" Sam giggled, unable to control her excitement.

"Um, do you mind if I meet you at your place to tell you?" Emma answered.

"Sure, honey," Sam said, giving me a 'what is wrong' look.

"Okay, I'll see you at your place in fifteen minutes. Bye."

"See you, honey."

"What was that about?" I asked after Emma hung up.

"If her pregnancy test was positive she would have told us," my wife replied with concern on her beautiful face.

"Do you think it's bad news?"

"I don't know..."

We didn't want to speculate any more and get us even more paranoid and worried while we waded through traffic. We were relieve to see Emma waiting for us at our driveway.

"Honey, please come in," my wife cried, hugging Emma immediately upon exiting the car.

"Thank you," Emma whispered as Sam lead her inside to the living room.

"Is something wrong, sweetie?" Sam asked as we sat down.

"I took the pregnancy test and..." Emma answered before pausing to take a deep breath.