"He look just like me." Was all he could utter when he looked at lil' Kofi. He swore he was lookin' in the mirror. Looking at his son was the most beautiful thing he ever seen. "Of course he looks like you." Hope had said softly from the hospital bed "He is you." Vixen grinned, and tried to hold in his emotions. "You right." Deonte would have loved to see his lil nephew. It would have been even better if he knew he was gonna be a daddy. It had been one year since Deonte was gone. He couldn't believe his best friend was dead laying in the hospital. A coma was the only thing between him and life. They already said he was ready to pull the plug. Talisha would never let that happen. The depression weighed her down, but her hopes on Deonte was all she held on to. When doctors say that he may be coming out of a coma soon, everyone is uplifted. That's all they needed to hold on to. That catch: he has to be up and responsive in two months, or the plug had to be pulled. Will the race for Deonte save him, or be the death to him? The fight comes within himself: he has to fight for his own life.