Part 50

Part 50

Three Weeks Later

"Bert! We're back!" I yelled, opening the front door.

"Okay Allison…ALLISON!" Bert yelled, running over and embracing me in a hug.

"How was your honeymoon to Italy?" he asked.

"OH MY GOD, DUDE! VENICE IS SO PRETTY…AND THE GONDOLA RIDES? SO ROMANTIC!"

"…It was pretty fun." Quinn said, running his fingers through his hair.

"Did you guys…" Bert asked suspiciously.

"What?" Quinn asked.

"Why else would you guys be so happy?"

"Well…Allison's a little…" Quinn looked down at his feet.

"I'm going to be a mom!" I yelled.

"HOLY SH-"

"Yeah…it's a girl." Quinn told Bert as he stood there in shock.

"So…what's her name?"

"Isabella…" we both said, turning towards each other, smiling.

"…Cute…Isabella Allman…" Bert smiled.

Two Years Later

"Hey there Izzie…" I said, picking her up.

"MOMMY!" she squealed.

"Time for daycare honey…"

"No! I don't wanna go!" she cried.

"Uncle Bert is going to pick you up…"

"Uncle Beardy!" she smiled.

Isabella was two years old…with Quinn's hair, eyes, and smile. It had been three months since The Used went on tour, and they'd be coming back today.

Two Hours Later Bert's POV

I had just come back home from touring, and had to pick up Isabella from daycare. I hated my sister for doing this to me, but I agreed, knowing how much it meant to Isabella.

"Hey girlie!"

"Uncle Beardy!" she yelled, running towards me.

"Uncle Beardy?" her teacher asked me.

"Yeah…she thinks I look funny with a beard…"

"Well I'm sure that's not your real name…"

"No…my real name is…"

"Bert. Bert McCracken…lead singer for The Used."

"…yeah…"

"Haha. My name is Michelle. Michelle Johnson." She said, shaking my hand.

"Nice to meet you." I smiled.