Maybe for a little, but you won in the end. You always do, y'know.

[Well... He always won against the blankets, anyway. She wasn't in any hurry to move away just yet. Just having him there felt so right, even if it sometimes was a bit on the quiet side. But there was always background music... She rested her cheek against Minato's, staying there for a few seconds. Her eyes closed and if she hadn't known any better, it was almost like they were right back at home. She pulled away one hand to play with his hair.]

After my tea's done, what did you want for breakfast?