When she was four, he was there when her dreams got scary.
She woke up crying. At first, the sobs came out silently, but then a huge sob leaked out, and she started wailing. Jacob was there in less than a second.
Nessie reached her little arms out to him, calling his name. He gave her a huge hug as she put her hand to his cheek. He caught pieces of the battle, saw Bella's face, eyes screwed up in concentration; Edward, his face caught in a snarl; saw tiny hands gripping long russet fur; but most frightening of all, shapeless shadows with milky red eyes and pearly teeth, grasping for her.
"Nessie, don't worry, honey. They're gone. They can't hurt you now, sweetie. You know that none of us would ever let them touch you." He smiled, and her sobs became quieter and less frequent. Finally, she looked up at him, her face shining. "I'm hungry," she announced, then hopped out of bed without looking back to see if he was following. She didn't have to.