"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."
Vixen knew this would really get his mind of things goin' on back at home. Each day, he had felt so much regret. So much hatred. So much spite. Sadness. Deonté would have loved to see his lil nephew. It would have been even better if he knew Vixen was gonna be a daddy in the first place.
This really helped him cope. He was so small, so delicate. Without warning, Vixen was revealed a set of blue eyes. Light blue eyes. For a second, it shocked him. The little eyes looked back at him. Each eye. They fluttered. Vixen was speechless. "Aye, his eyes..."
"I knew he'd wake up sooner or later," Hope said over his shoulder as she lifted herself up from the hospital bed. "He has the same birth defect as you. Instead, he has the eyes of the sea."
Vixen grinned. He looked over his son's beautiful light brown hair. He already knew he was getting locks like his Daddy. "Father has the eyes of the jungle," Vixen smiled as the color of his own green eyes flashed passed his mind. "And his son has the eyes of the sea. It's beautiful." A nearby nurse had said, who had been watching the scene. "Your son is beautiful. What's his name?"
"Kofi. His name Kofi," Vixen said in a sly and lenient voice, as his low eyes looked over the small body. 

Vixen was a Daddy. An eighteen year old Daddy. He had a family. It had been one year since Deonté was shot by them niggahs. He couldn't believe his best friend was dead laying in the hospital. The bullet went in and didn't finish the job: The doctors said he was brain dead. 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 Deonté never died down. She was doing worst each day he lay in that hospital, lifeless and unresponsive. 
When doctors say that he may be coming out of a coma soon, everyone is uplifted. That's all they needed  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.