Disclaimer: I don't own East of Eden. The book belongs to John Steinbeck, and the movie belongs to Warner Brothers. So, yeah. I wish I owned James Dean. I wish life was fair, but it's not. Oh, well. But I really wish Dean was alive.

Author's Notes: I always wondered what life would be like for Abra and Cal after the end of the movie. I just thought I'd write a little one shot about a happy moment for them. I just love that movie. And, here is a James Dean quote just because I feel like it. Dream as if you'll live forever. Live as if you'll die today. Please review!

Back to Eden

Cal Trask wiped his sweaty forehead, leaving his blonde hair sticking out in a million directions. He stretched his back and sighed. As he turned around, he smiled to see his wife Abra bringing him a glass of water. "Thanks," he said, taking it and taking a long drink.

"Careful, Cal. You'll make yourself sick," Abra said.

He put his arms around her a grinned. "I won't get sick," he said. He kissed her, and grinned again, this time very mischievously. Almost wickedly. And then, he raised the glass of ice cold water, and poured it over himself and Abra.

"Cal!" she exclaimed, the cold water rolling down her back.

"Abra, you know you're as pretty as a picture?" Cal said, giving her a funny little smile.

She touched his face, tracing his cheekbone, and then his jaw with her finger. "I want to be angry, Cal!" she said with a laugh. "But... I love you."

"I love you, too," he replied. "I mean that."

"I want to stay out here with you, Cal," she said with a smile.

He picked her up, and whirled her around, then set her down on the ground, flopping down beside her. "So, why dontcha?"

"Because... I have to get back inside and help your father. He shouldn't be left alone." She looked at Cal for a long minute, really wanting to stay with him.

Cal smiled, that funny little smile, like he knew a secret, and Abra didn't. She pulled up a long weed from the ground and popped it against his chest. "Don't do that, Cal!" she insisted.

"Do what?" he asked, innocently.

"Look at me like that. I feel left out."

Cal grinned. "I's just thinkin'."

"About what?"

"About how I don't deserve you, not one bit. Aron deserved you. I deserve for you to hate me."

"Hate you? Cal, I couldn't hate you!"

"I know. I'm lucky like that, I guess. I'm not good enough for you, Abra."

"Cal, never say that! You're a wonderful husband. And I love you. I know Aron and your father made you feel like you were bad... But you weren't Cal. And you're not. You weren't mean, you just never knew what it was like to have love."

Cal smiled and pulled Abra to his chest. "See. That's why I love you. You understand me when noone else ever has. Not even my own family."

Abra sighed as she snuggled closer to him. "I'm the one who doesn't deserve you, Cal. You treat me like the Queen of England."

"I doubt the Queen of England would ever have to take care of her husband's father when he's workin'."

"Fine. I'm the Queen of Salinas, then. But the queen needs to get back inside and get some work done."

She stood, and Cal propped up on one elbow to watch her leave. And as she walked, she smiled. Because she knew he was watching her. And that same look that had scared her before, that hungry animal look, now made her smile. Because she knew that Cal only looked at one woman that way. And that one woman was her.