"I'm pregnant coach."

"I'm pregnant coach."

The three words I never wanted to hear from one of my girls given I'd been balls deep inside her for what two months now. It'd been one thing when I'd impregnated Natalie, we were already officially dating by then, and I wasn't her coach. Kacey however, she wasn't dating me, and my position as coach put me in a bit of a pickle.

"You're sure?" I asked, staring at her a bit dumbfounded. Of course she's sure you idiot I reminded myself, she knows what a bombshell this would be, how it might ruin us both. But here she was so it had to be true, couldn't be a joke.

"Positive coach," Kacey said. I could see she was trying to keep a straight face, not let her emotions get the better of her.

"Shit. Okay. I guess that's the risk we knew we were taking when we depended on just Plan B." I said, trying to remain calm. Inside I was a mess, what do I tell Natalie? What do I tell the school? Is Kacey willing to lie for me, us, and say it was some kid at a frat party? Does she even want to keep the pregnancy? All things that worried me something fierce.

I went over and knelt in front of her, "What do you want to do Kacey?"