A/N: The Q*bert is back with more Sam Whump! This one has to be one of my favorites.

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You've GOT to be kidding me

By Q*bert

It was a dark night; the moon was covered by the clouds, even most of the stars were hidden. It fit in perfectly with her sadness. Tonight was the night that she and baby Georgia had to separate.

She was Cecily Hendrix. She was mother to Georgia May Hendrix, and her ex-husband was Peter Hendrix. She had to send her baby away for a bit; her ex-husband, Peter, had been sending her multiple threats ever since Cecily had won full custody of Georgia. Cecily was just hiding Georgia for now; she would come back as soon as all this settled down.

She wasn't just dropping her child at a random place. She knew Sam; awhile back, about a year, Cecily had been dating Peter, but Sam had heard nothing but bad things about him and warned her about him, telling her that she could do better than him and that there was a high chance that he would abuse her, but Cecily didn't listen. She had gotten married to Peter and moved away. Sam was right, Peter abused her. After Georgia was born, she divorced him and won full custody of Georgia. Now he was threatening Cecily and the baby, and she knew that this was the best choice.

She picked up her baby one more time and kissed her. "I'll be back soon, sweetie. Uncle Sam will take good care of you," Cecily promised, putting her baby back into the carriage.

Then she rang the doorbell and left.

"Alright, Mister Braddock, you're good to go." The doctor handed Sam some pain meds and finished his sentence. "Come back next week for a checkup and a cast change."

"Okay, thank you," Sam answered, relieved to be released from the hospital. He had been injured in a grenade blast, but luckily managed to escape with only a broken arm.

He quickly got into his car and drove off towards his home. He had been feeling down all day; he and Jules had fought earlier, over what he couldn't even remember anymore, and Jules had dumped him. Within an hour later, Sam had been injured in a grenade blast, which hadn't helped his mood much.

Finally reaching home, Sam hung his keys up on his key rack and kicked off his shoes. He went to the kitchen, in hopes of cooking something for dinner, but it was hard doing it one handed, so he ordered pizza.

After eating two slices of pizza and downing a beer, Sam put away the rest of the pizza and went to his bedroom to change.

He managed to change into a pair of sweatpants but kept on his white shirt from earlier. Moving his around too much hurt badly.

As he laid back in his bed, he stared at his phone, trying to decide whether or not to call Jules. He finally decided to do it tomorrow, when he was more awake.

So he turned off his lamp and went to sleep.

Ding, dong!

"Ugh…" Sam moaned, literally rolling out of bed. Landing on his bad arm, he hissed in pain, but his mind immediately went off his pain. Who the heck was visiting him at three thirty in the morning? Couldn't be Jules coming to apologize for the hurtful words that were exchanged earlier. Maybe she felt guilty that, within an hour of the fight, Sam had been caught in a grenade blast that chipped the bone in his right arm. Luckily, it was all the damage he took. But it still couldn't have been Jules. That night Jules went to go and stay with her father for his birthday. If Jules was that sorry, she would have called.

Rummaging through his mind for anyone who could be checking on him at that hour, and failing to come up with anyone, Sam was at the door, looking through the peephole.

No one was there.

Maybe I imagined it, Sam thought. I might have some head injury or something from the fall, he decided, turning around to head back to bed.

That's when he heard it: the faint sound of a baby crying.

Sam froze on the spot, wondering if he was imagining things again, but then he heard it again, getting louder and louder with each and every wail.

Finally Sam turned around and came back to the door, opening his door and confirming his fears.

It was 3:30 AM.

And there was a baby on his doorstep.

A/N: Yes! New story! HAPPINESS IS MINE!

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