you are cooking dinner when suddenly you hear the doorbell, you open it and see a beautiful red-haired girl

Her heart was racing as she stood there, not quite able to believe her own eyes. The man standing in the doorway looked so much like himself... but different somehow. He had aged gracefully, his features more refined and his body filled out in all the right places. The fact that he didn't recognize her at first only added to the surge of adrenaline coursing through her veins.

"Hi," she replied softly, tilting her head slightly as she studied him. "My name is Kelly... I hope it's okay that I stopped by." She paused, suddenly feeling self-conscious about what she was wearing. It had been chosen specifically to make an impression, but now she wasn't so sure if it was the right one.

"I'm your daughter," she added, the words tumbling out before she could really think about them. "Kate... uh, my mom... we thought you might like to know..." Her voice trailed off, and for a moment they just stood there, awkwardly staring at each other.

"Come in," Michael finally said, stepping aside to let her inside. His expression was still guarded, but there was something else there too... curiosity perhaps? Kelly couldn't quite tell. She took a tentative step forward, feeling an unfamiliar mix of emotions swirling within her as she crossed the threshold into this stranger's home.

Kelly closed the door behind her and took another step forward, feeling her heart hammering in her chest. She forced herself to look up into his eyes, searching for any sign of recognition or understanding. When she saw it - a faint flicker of something that might have been surprise or disbelief - she felt a surge of courage course through her.

"I know this must be kinda weird," she said with a small laugh, trying to sound more confident than she felt. "But I've always wanted to meet you... and now that I am, well..." She shrugged, unsure of how else to finish the thought.

She glanced around the room, taking in the familiar furniture and photos on display. The house looked much like her mother had described it all those years ago. And yet, everything felt different somehow... as if time had stood still while she'd been gone, but she had changed irrevocably during that time.

"So," she said finally, "what do you think? Do I look like anyone you know?"

Kelly waited expectantly for his reply, her heart hammering in her chest as she fought to keep the nervousness from showing on her face. She bit her lip and glanced down at the floor, suddenly self-conscious about how she was dressed. Maybe she shouldn't have worn something so revealing after all...

"You look a lot like your mother did when we were together," Michael finally said, his voice soft as he studied her features. "She had those same red curls and those big green eyes." He paused for a moment before adding, "And I can see where you get your build from too..." His gaze drifted downward, taking in the curves she'd grown into over the years.

"Would you like something to drink?" he asked, breaking the awkward silence as he led her into the kitchen. Kelly nodded gratefully and followed him, grateful for the chance to sit down and compose herself. She perched on a stool at the island while Michael pulled two glasses from a cupboard and began filling them with ice.

"So," she said after taking a sip of water, "what have you been up to since... you know?" The question hung in the air between them, heavy with unspoken meaning. She braced herself for his reply, unsure of how much he'd want to share or how much she should ask.

As Michael handed her the glass of water, he hesitated before answering. "I've been doing alright, I suppose," he said carefully. "Went to college, got a good job, tried to make a life for myself." He paused and took a sip from his own glass before looking directly at her. "How about you? What have you been up to since high school?"

Kelly took another drink of water, feeling the cool liquid soothe her parched throat. "Well," she began, thinking back on her own journey, "I went to college too, but I had to drop out after a year because..." She trailed off, unsure how much she should share with him. "Anyway, I've been working at a coffee shop since then and trying to figure out what I want to do with my life."

The silence that fell between them this time was less awkward than before; they both seemed more comfortable sharing bits and pieces of themselves. Kelly glanced down at her phone in her lap, suddenly feeling self-conscious about not having anything else to do other than sit there and talk. "So," she said with a small smile, trying to sound casual, "what's for dinner?"

"Oh, that," Michael replied with a chuckle. "I was just finishing up the lasagna I made earlier. It'll be ready in about fifteen minutes or so." He glanced over at her before asking, "Would you like to help me finish cooking?"

Kelly nodded eagerly, grateful for the distraction. She followed Michael back to the stove where he pointed out the various ingredients and explained how everything went together. As they worked side by side, a strange sense of familiarity washed over her. It felt almost as if she'd known him all her life - or at least long enough for this kind of closeness to come naturally.

"So," Kelly said after a few moments of comfortable silence, "do you have any other kids?" The question slipped out before she could really think about how it might sound coming from the daughter he didn't know existed until today. Her cheeks flushed red as soon as the words left her mouth.

"No," Michael replied, seemingly unfazed by the abrupt change in topic. "I never had any other kids." He shot her a curious glance before adding with a hint of a smile, "Why do you ask?"

Kelly blushed even deeper at his question and looked down at the countertop. "Well... I just wondered," she mumbled. There was silence between them as they finished cooking the lasagna, but it didn't feel uncomfortable this time. In fact, Kelly found herself enjoying being in Michael's company more than she ever thought possible.

Once everything was ready and set on the table, they sat down to eat. The conversation flowed easier now, with topics ranging from their shared love of cooking to their favorite movies and music. As they ate, Kelly couldn't help but steal glances at Michael, marveling at how similar they looked and how easy it was to talk to him.

"This is really good," she said between bites, offering a genuine smile as she met his gaze. "Thanks for making dinner."

"No problem," he replied with a grin. "I'm glad you like it." They continued eating and chatting, the tension from earlier in the day seeming to melt away with each passing moment. It was almost as if they had known each other their entire lives.

Kelly smiled warmly at her father as they continued eating and talking. She couldn't help but feel a sense of contentment wash over her; it was almost like this was how things were supposed to be. As they finished their dinner, she pushed her plate aside and leaned back in her chair, studying his face intently.

"So," she said after a moment's pause, "I guess you have some questions for me too." Her cheeks flushed again as she realized how forward that sounded, but Michael just chuckled softly and shook his head.

"Well," he began, "there are a few things I've been curious about... like why you decided to look me up now, after all these years?" His expression turned serious as he looked at her expectantly, clearly wanting the truth. Kelly took a deep breath before answering.

"I guess part of it was just curiosity," she admitted sheepishly. "Another part was that I wanted to know more about my family... and you are a big part of that." She paused for a moment, searching for the right words. "And then there's the fact that I'm getting older now, and I've been wondering what kind of life I want to have... if maybe having a father in it would be a part of that."

She glanced down at her lap, feeling self-conscious again. "I hope you're not mad or anything," she added quietly.

Michael considered her words carefully before responding. "I'm not mad," he said finally, his voice quiet but firm. "In fact, I'm glad you came to find me." He paused for a moment, taking another sip of water before continuing. "And as for why I didn't try to look for you... well, your mom and I went through a rough patch after she left. We were both hurt and angry, and we just sort of drifted apart."

He looked at her with a mixture of sadness and regret in his eyes. "I never meant for that to happen," he said softly. "And if I had known you existed... well, things might have been different." His voice trailed off, and they sat in silence for a moment, lost in their own thoughts.

"So," Kelly finally broke the silence, trying to lighten the mood a bit, "what do you like to do for fun these days?" She flashed him a tentative smile, hoping he wouldn't take it as an invasion of privacy or anything else she might not be ready to discuss.

"Well," Michael replied with a chuckle, "I guess I'm pretty boring. Mostly just work and hanging out with friends." He glanced at her curiously. "What about you? What do you like to do in your free time?"

"Oh, I'm not so boring," Kelly insisted with a laugh. "I like to read and write, and I've been getting into painting lately too." She shrugged modestly. "I also enjoy going out dancing with my friends sometimes. And of course, there's always school... I'm thinking about taking some business classes next semester."

They continued to chat about their interests and hobbies, each asking questions and sharing stories as they grew more comfortable with one another. It was hard for Kelly to believe that just a few hours ago she had been a complete stranger to this man; now it felt like they were old friends catching up on lost time.

As the evening wore on, Michael offered to show her around town and introduce her to some of his friends. Kelly eagerly agreed, grateful for the chance to spend more time with him. As they walked together down the street, people stopped them every few feet to say hello or ask about their relationship. Each time someone made a comment about how much they resembled each other, it only served to reinforce the strange and wonderful connection they were beginning to feel.

Finally, they arrived at a local bar where Michael's friends were already waiting for them. They exchanged introductions and small talk before settling in at a booth with drinks. As Kelly watched her father interact with his friends, she couldn't help but feel a sense of pride swell within her. He was handsome and charismatic, and everyone seemed to genuinely like him. It was easy to see why her mother had been drawn to him all those years ago.

As the night went on, they continued to talk and laugh together, each growing more comfortable with the other's presence. For a brief moment, it almost felt as if nothing had ever come between them;

Kelly couldn't help but feel a sense of contentment wash over her as the night wore on. It was as if she had found something she hadn't even realized she was missing - a part of herself that had been there all along, hidden away until now. As they continued to talk and laugh together, she began to wonder what else their future might hold. Would they grow closer? Would he become an active part of her life? So many questions swirled through her mind, but for now, she was content simply to enjoy the moment and savor the unexpected connection that had brought them together.

As they left the bar and began walking back towards Michael's house, she glanced over at him and smiled shyly. "Thank you," she said softly, "for a wonderful evening." It felt strange saying those words to someone who was technically a stranger, but there was no denying the truth of them.

He smiled back at her, his eyes twinkling with amusement. "Don't thank me yet," he teased, "we still have to get through the awkward morning-after conversation." They both laughed, and for a moment it seemed as if they were just two old friends sharing a joke.

"I'm sure we'll be fine," she said confidently, squeezing his arm reassuringly. "We're family now, after all." Her words hung in the air between them, heavy with significance but also filled with hope. Perhaps they really would find a way to make this work; perhaps their newfound connection could grow into something more. Only time would tell.

Kelly yawned softly as they walked back to his house, the warmth of the alcohol starting to make her eyelids heavy. "I hope you don't mind that I had a bit too much," she said sheepishly. "It's been a long day, and... well, I never really got to do anything like this before." She glanced up at him, hoping he wouldn't be upset by her admission of naivety.

"Of course not," Michael replied with a reassuring smile. "I'm just glad you could join me tonight." He paused for a moment, seeming to search for the right words. "It's been... interesting, getting to know you." There was an undercurrent of meaning in his voice that made her heart skip a beat.

"Likewise," she said quietly, not quite sure what else to add. As they approached his front door, she glanced up at him again and felt a surge of bravery flow through her veins. "Thank you for everything," she blurted out before she could really think about it. "I had a really great time tonight, and I'm looking forward to spending more time with you."

Her cheeks flushed red at her own boldness, but surprisingly enough, Michael didn't seem taken aback. Instead, he reached out and gently cupped her face in his hand, searching her eyes for any sign of insincerity. When he found none, a small smile tugged at the corners of his lips.

"Me too," he whispered before leaning forward and pressing his lips to hers. His kiss was gentle but firm, exploring every curve and crevice of her mouth as if he'd been waiting for this moment since the day she was born.

Kelly closed her eyes as their lips met, her body melting against his in a way that felt so right it was almost unbearable. She wrapped her arms around his neck and deepened the kiss, losing herself in the sensation of being held by him for the first time in her life. Her heart raced wildly in her chest, and she could feel every beat pulsing through her lips as they pressed against his.

As their tongues danced together, a shiver ran down her spine, leaving her aching for more. She wanted to explore every inch of him; taste, touch, and feel everything that was Michael. It was like she had found the missing piece of herself tonight, and nothing could ever make her let go now.

When they finally pulled apart, their breaths coming in ragged gasps, Kelly couldn't help but stare up at him with a mixture of wonder and desire. His eyes held hers, searching for some sign that she felt the same way he did. She reached up and traced his jawline with her fingertips before leaning forward to press her lips against his again, more urgently this time.

"I've been waiting for you," she whispered between kisses, "my whole life." Her words hung in the air like a promise, and as they shared another passionate kiss, she knew that there was no going back now; from this moment on, their lives were forever entwined.

Kelly's heart raced as she felt the heat of his lips against hers. She moaned softly into the kiss, her body pressed tightly against him. Her fingers tangled in his hair, pulling him closer as they explored each other with a passion that seemed to grow stronger by the moment.

As their tongues twisted together, she felt an incredible sense of belonging wash over her. It was as if she had always been meant to be here, with this man who had fathered her. She clung to him like a lifeline, afraid that if she let go even for a moment, the connection between them would be lost forever.

She pushed herself against him, arching her back as their lips and tongues danced in perfect harmony. His hands slid down her back, cupping her bottom and pressing her closer still. She whimpered softly into his mouth at the sensation, her body trembling with need.

The sound seemed to ignite something inside of him, and he growled low in his throat before picking her up and carrying her through the doorway into his living room. The room spun around them as they fell onto the couch together, their lips never leaving each other's as they continued their frenzied exploration.

Kelly couldn't remember ever feeling so alive; every nerve ending seemed to be on fire, and all she could think about was how much more she wanted. Her hands fumbled with his shirt, desperate to feel his skin against hers again. He helped her push it off, revealing the muscled chest she had only dreamed of touching until now.

She ran her fingers over his pecs and nipples before moving lower, trailing them down his stomach and finally coming to rest on the waistband of his pants.

Kelly's heart raced as her fingers traced the outline of his belt, feeling the hardness beneath it. She glanced up at him through a haze of desire and lust, unsure if she should continue or wait for him to take control again. His eyes met hers, burning with desire, and he gave her a small nod before wrapping his fingers around her wrist and guiding her hand downwards.

Her palm connected with the warmth of his bare skin, sending a jolt of electricity through her body. She gasped as she felt him grow harder in response to her touch. Slowly, carefully, she slid her hand lower, exploring every inch of him until she finally encountered the tip of him, already wet with anticipation.

Her fingers curled around his shaft, stroking up and down gently at first before moving faster, matching the rhythm of their kisses. His hips bucked against her hand, urging her on as he moaned into her mouth. She could feel the tension building inside him, sense the approaching climax that would bring them both to ecstasy.

As she continued to stroke him, her own need grew almost unbearable. She wanted more than just this; she wanted everything he had to give.

The words echoed through Kelly's mind as she continued to stroke him, the image they painted sending a shiver down her spine. She looked up at him, their gazes locked, and she could see the desire in his eyes mirroring her own. Without another word, she leaned forward, taking him into her mouth.

His taste was salty and sweet, unlike anything she'd ever experienced before. Her tongue danced with his length as she sucked gently, her hand still moving up and down in time with her mouth. He moaned deep in his throat, thrusting into her mouth as if he couldn't get enough.

She could feel the heat building inside of him, sense the way his body tensed in anticipation. As she continued to pleasure him, she knew that soon they would both be taken over by their desires. The urge to feel him inside her grew stronger with each passing second, and she couldn't wait any longer.

With a gentle push, she forced him out of her mouth and back onto his lap. His eyes fluttered open as he took in the sight of her straddling him, their bodies pressed together once more. Without waiting for an invitation, she lowered herself onto him, feeling the hot, hard length of him slide effortlessly inside her.

Kelly let out a moan of pure pleasure as they both adjusted to the sensation of being connected like this. Her hips began to move in a slow, steady rhythm, taking him deeper with each thrust. He groaned loudly, his hands finding their way to her hips, encouraging her to go faster.

The room spun around them as they lost themselves in the passionate embrace, their bodies moving together in perfect harmony.

As they moved together, the connection between them grew stronger with each passing moment. Her body trembled in anticipation, her breath coming in ragged gasps as she felt him deep inside of her. She arched her back, pressing closer to him as he buried his face in her neck, moaning into her skin.

Their hips slammed together in a frenzied rhythm, their bodies slick with sweat and desire. With each thrust, she felt herself getting closer to the edge, the pleasure building inside her until it threatened to consume her whole. Finally, as he growled low in his throat and drove himself deeper still, she cried out, her body tensing and shuddering around him as an intense wave of release washed over her.

Her muscles clenched tightly, squeezing him inside her as she rode out the orgasm, the pleasure radiating through every nerve ending in her body. She collapsed forward onto his chest, panting heavily as she tried to catch her breath. He held her close, stroking her back and whispering soothing words into her ear until at last, their hearts began to slow down and their breathing returned to normal.

As they lay there, wrapped in each other's arms, Kelly couldn't help but feel a sense of contentment wash over her. She had found what she had been looking for all this time; not just her father, but a connection so deep that it defied explanation. And as she felt the warmth spreading between her legs, she knew that another part of her life had changed forever: she was going to have his child.

Kelly smiled softly as she lay in Michael's arms, her body still trembling from the intensity of their lovemaking. She traced gentle circles on his chest with her fingertips, marveling at how right it felt to be here, like this was where she belonged. As she continued to explore him with her touch, a contented sigh escaped her lips.

"I love you," she whispered, not quite sure if she had meant to say the words out loud. She paused for a moment, waiting for him to respond. When he didn't, she felt her cheeks flush slightly and let out another small laugh. "It's just... I never really thought about saying that to anyone before tonight."

He pulled her closer, his arms wrapping around her in a comforting embrace. "I love you too," he murmured against her hair. "And I don't regret finding you, or us spending this time together. No matter what happens from here on out, I want you to know that."

She nestled deeper into his chest, feeling a mix of relief and happiness wash over her. This was more than just a night of passion; it was the beginning of something new and wonderful. Something they could both share, no matter what obstacles might lie ahead. As she drifted off to sleep in Michael's arms, she couldn't help but feel grateful for this chance at a new life - and more importantly, for the man who had made it all possible.