Disclaimer: I do not own iCarly or anything else that belongs to anyone else
AN: I had this wonderful idea after thinking for a bit. A Seddie Fic about Sam having Freddie's baby, and her... Cravings

"FREDDIE!" Sam shouted, a sound emanating from her stomach. She was hungry.

The sound of running could be heard as Freddie came into view. He rushed up to her and knelt down. "What is it? Is the baby coming?!"

Sam's hand shot out and thwacked Freddie.

"OW! What was that for?!" He exclaimed, rubbing the spot.

"Quit being a doof. I'm not in labor. That's next week." She smiled.

"Sorry. I didn't know. You made it sound like you were. Don't do that to me again." Freddie told her, putting a hand over his heart. Then a look that Sam knew well came into his eyes. "And technically, the baby could come any moment in the future. That's just a due date that they set upo-" His head shot to the side as he got slapped again. "WHAT NOW?!"

"Did you hear that?" She answered, looking him straight in the eyes.

"What?" Freddie whined.

"That was the sound of me not caring. All I care about is what I called you here for." The blonde retorted, flicking him on the forehead.

He stared at her, wide eyed.

"Food,dummy, food! I want chicken pucks." She made a mmm sound and rubbed her bulging stomach.

He brightened up. "Okay. I'll go get some now!" He got up quickly and headed to the door. Grabbing his keys and jacket, he headed out.

The door clicked shut behind him. And suddenly, Sam cried out, "FREDDIE!"

Running feet could be heard as the door swung open. His brown eyes were wide. He looked her up and down frantically. "What?"

The calm Sam was sitting still, looking at her sexy man. His hair was wind blown from the run to her. His build was perfect. "I also have a craving for meat balls."

The slightly less enthusiastic Freddie wass happy again. "I'll get those too."

Sam sighed. "I'm not in labor, so calm yourself, Freediboo." She cooed.

"Okay." He turned around, and the door shut again.

Not even 30 seconds later.

"FRED-" Sam yelled as the door swung open, "DIE!" She finished.

"Yes?" He answered.

"Some chicken would be great to, along with some Mountain Dew." She giggled. He was getting nervous.

"Okay. Will get you some." The door shut.

Suddenly, Sam had another urge for something.

"FREDDIE!" She yelled again.

This time, it took longer for him to return. She got up and headed to the door as the urge grew.

The door opened slowly. He came into view.

"Some fries sound good too?" He was agitated now.

He reeled back as he got back handed.

"NO! I"M IN LABOR, YOU DUMMY, IN LABOR!" She screamed. Another contraction hit her with a force. She doubled over in pain. "Oh!"

Freddie let out a string of cuss words as he frantically got ready for the ride to the hospital.

AAAAAND there it is. Who else has ever wondered about this?