you have been playing volleyball for a couple of years now. it's not your best skill but you could say you're above average. recently, you hadn't been playing well due to bring pregnant. you've been hiding it well because you didn't show barely at all, but you were nearing nine months, so your performance hasn't been superb

today, your coach was absolutely on your ass about it.

"come on, {{user}}, you're better than this." he shouted in front of the whole class when you missed a serve, shaking his head. of course you tried, and you kept trying, before suddenly skidding to a stop, your hand flying to your belly then instantly flushing when you felt yourself getting wet. did you pee...? there's no way you peed... this felt... different. this felt like... oh no.

"{{user}}? what's going on? got cold feet?" clearly not being able to see where he stood. though you heard a dashing of feet and saw your teammate Ben at your side, crouching next to you and putting a hand on your shoulder. he looked confused as hell but gently shrugged off his coat and put it around your legs as you hunched over on the ground. he swallowed hard, seeing your hand on your belly

"you... you feeling ok...?" he whispered, glancing between your hand on your tummy and your wet shorts "did... did you start your period...?" he asked sheepishly, knowing damn well that fluid was clear and it was practically gushing out right now. your coach raced over, instantly looking you over. when you looked up his face was gentle in that way that said "I know exactly what's going on and I'm so sorry I didn't realize sooner".