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| Devin's POV |

Even Shiloh being as sick as he was, I was still happy to have him back in my life. I'd rather have him broken in my arms, than gone. I was so grateful that Ricky and Chris came and visited us. Without their help, I have no idea how I would have gotten through this.

After I was done talking with Ricky, I went to help Shiloh wash up. I might seem like I'm being overprotective, but I'm not letting him get hurt. I turn my back for one moment and he could fall or something. He's not getting even more damaged, not on my watch.

"Hi beautiful." I greeted him as I walked into the bedroom.

Shiloh sat up at I closed the door. He smiled at me, so sweetly. I offered him my hand, which he delicately took, and helped him off our tell bed. Shiloh was so tiny compared to me, and I loved it. I was a good half a foot taller than him. He had to reach up to kiss me and each time, I found it so cute. I'll never stop loving him.

"How're you feeling?" I asked him softly.

"A lot better. Baby, I probably would have died if it weren't for you. You always seem to be the hero and save me." Shiloh spoke as he reached up to kiss me.

I pecked his lips, replying, "I think most people would agree, I'm more of a villain than a hero."

Shiloh huffed. "Well you're my hero, and Bella's. That's all that matters, right?"

"Of course, Baby." I gently brushed some hair out of his face as I looked at those beautiful eyes. "C'mon, we both need a shower." I snickered.

Shiloh followed me towards our bathroom, which was connected to the bedroom. I started to run the shower water to get it hot, while he got himself sorted out. I glanced behind me to the skin, where he was stuck staring at his reflection. I gently came up behind him and set my hands on his hips.

"You okay?"

Shiloh ran a hand through his hair, looking down at the ground. "No." He muttered. "How can you... How... How can you love someone so broken?"

"Oh, Angel." I cooed. "Don't you understand? I'm just as broken, but together, our shattered pieces make a whole. You complete me."

His eyes were that of a puppy. Glossed over, on the verge of tears. "If you're broken, you're a beautiful broken. I'm not."

"Babe," I softly nuzzled his neck. "If you weren't beautiful, I wouldn't smile every time I see you. I wouldn't melt in your kiss, and I wouldn't get drunk off your cologne. But I do. I love every inch of you. If I didn't, I wouldn't want to bend you over this counter right now and fuck you into the next century." I groaned.

Shiloh blushed, but smiled. We haven't had sex since long before he disappeared. He's just been too sick for me to even think about it. Shiloh turned to face me. With that adorable smile on his lips, he reached up to kiss me. He was almost on his tippy-toes because of our heart difference. So I picked him up and set him on the counter.

He wrapped his leg around my torso and tangled his fingers in my hair. Little vixen. I slowly pushed his shirt off his shoulder, feeling his smooth milky white skin. He was a little more anxious than I was and started to rip my button down open. I wasn't complaining!

"Babe," He spoke as he pulled back. "I still smell like the hospital. I don't want to have sex smelling gross."

I snickered and offered him my hand to help him down from the counter. "Then let's take it to the shower."