A/N- Okay, got an email as a reminder to finish this! Here is Drawson! Now, anyone who knows about my headscanon is that Drina was made infertile(Unable to have children) by her sickness. And Evanna was their miracle.
"It's a boy. It HAS to be a boy." Drina said, rubbing her swollen bell45y. Propping her feet up on Dawson's desk.
Dawson laughed from the book shelf. Smiling over at her. Picking on of the legers he needed, he returned to the desk and pulled a chair up to the other side and set the book on it. "I understand being hopefully, but there IS and equal possibility of a girl. What if we do have a daughter?" He asked, a smile still on his face.
Drina gave him a rare smile in return. Since the start of her pregnancy, it was a sight he was graced with more and more often. Something he loved. Sitting properly in the chair, she took his hand.
"If it's a girl, we'd love her just as much as a boy, of course. She is our child, and will be perfect, boy or girl." She said. "But we need a boy, Dawson. A son could take over when you can no longer lead Trunswick...And this is the only child we will ever have." Drina said. A hint of sadness in her tone. As much as she had dealt with her infertility, she felt useless.
He nodded, understanding her meaning. Reaching out, he rubbed her belly too. A small kick graced his hand. Gentle and soft. Inwardly, he knew somehow their hope for a son would not be enough. But he still hoped.
"Either way, they will be your little miracle." He said.