my ex. Horrible experience, but can’t recommend Anita Chowdry highly enough—child lawyer at Burnham Phillips. She’s not cheap but she’s worth every penny.
Onefineday
“Child lawyer,” Tanktop? Wouldn’t OP be better off with a grown-up?
49
MADDIE
“IT’S A HIGHLY UNUSUAL situation,” Anita Chowdry says, looking up from the bundle. She seems impressed, even fascinated, by just how unusual it is.
“We’ve been so naïve,” Pete says, shaking his head. “I can’t believe how stupid we’ve been.”
“Well, you’re here now,” Anita says briskly. “Would you like me to explain what the applicants have been up to?”
I like Anita. She seems bright and capable and entirely at ease with her hijab and pronounced south London accent. “Yes, please.”
“The first thing they did was to apply to the family court for a declaration of parentage order. That involved them getting a court-approved doctor to take DNA samples from Theo—”
“Hang on,” Pete says. “They took Theo to a doctor? I thought they used a sippy cup.”
Anita glances down at the document. “The doctor came to their house. The court would need to be sure there was absolutely no chance of misidentification, so they repeated the tests. But the doctor would only have needed cheek swabs, so Theo probably wouldn’t have been aware of anything unusual going on. The Lamberts then asked the court to confirm that they’re Theo’s natural parents, and having done that, to direct that his birth certificate be amended.” She holds up her hand to forestall Pete’s protests. “Not sending the Notice of Proceedings to the correct address was sneaky, but there’s absolutely no chance the court will overturn it on that basis. The Lamberts probably just didn’t want to alert you to what they were doing.”
“We had no idea,” Pete says, shaking his head. “No idea at all.”
“In any case, being declared his legal parents means they now have the right to apply for a Child Arrangements Order—what used to be called custody.”
Pete puts his head in his hands.
“There was something in the bundle about mediation,” I say. “We didn’t quite understand it, but it definitely said mediation would take place.”
Anita nods. “Actually, it’s already happened.”
Pete’s head shoots up. “What?”
“It’s a legal requirement that applicants for a Child Arrangements Order attend a mediation meeting. But there’s no absolute requirement that they attend with the other party—if they can convince the mediator they’ve explored all the possibilities and that further discussion wouldn’t work, the mediator can simply sign the certificate that allows them to proceed. Besides, you have to remember that mediation is primarily aimed at divorcing couples. Here you’ve got a situation where a husband and wife both turn up together, singing off the same hymn sheet and probably both saying how accommodating they’ve tried to be—it’s hardly surprising they were waved through.”
Pete slumps again. He’d been pinning all his hopes on the mediation, I realize. It’s all part of his general belief that reasonableness and dialogue are the answer to everything.
“The court can still order mediation at the initial hearing, if it chooses to,” Anita adds. “I wouldn’t get your hopes up, though. A judge won’t usually do that if the delay could lead to potential harm to the child.”
“Harm!” Pete stares at her. “To Theo? What harm? That’s ridiculous.”
“The definition of harm in the Children Act is pretty broad. The applicants have listed several examples on the C1A which they believe may qualify. One is that you let Theo wander off and get lost on a shopping trip. Another is that you allowed him to eat a tub of salt, resulting in a visit to the emergency room. They also say they have photographic evidence of bruising to his legs—”
“He bruised his legs playing rugby with Miles!” Pete shouts.
“Of course,” Anita says calmly. “I’m simply telling you what they’ve alleged, which is that the bruises were caused by you forcibly holding him down on a church step, in front of witnesses. Oh, and they’re asking for an accelerated process because they claim the three of you could be a flight risk.” She looks at me. “You’re an Australian citizen, I understand? And Theo has an Australian passport?”
I nod. “We visited his grandparents last Christmas. And since Pete and I aren’t married, it was easier to get him an Australian one.”
“Then I think it’s highly likely they’ll succeed in getting the process expedited. Which in some ways is unfortunate, because they’ve already stolen a march on you.” Anita turns a page. “They’ve also asked the court to make a Prohibited Steps Order